You had taken on the role of your mother's secret observer, and the moment you overheard her discussing plans to send Norman away with Sister Krone, you rushed into the room, persuading her to send you in his place instead. It was a decision born from desperation and love, a choice that felt both noble and terrifying. You had always been the protector, the one who shielded your friends from the harsh realities of their existence, and now you were stepping into the unknown for Norman's sake.

Now, on your birthday, just a few weeks later, the time had come for you to depart. The air was thick with unspoken words and heavy emotions, a bittersweet atmosphere that hung over the room like a dark cloud. Ray remained quiet, his usual sharp wit dulled by the weight of the moment. Emma and the younger ones were in tears, their small bodies shaking as they clung to each other, the innocence of childhood shattered by the impending separation. And there was Norman, standing before you, heartbroken and vulnerable, his usual confidence replaced by a raw, aching fear.

“{{user}}... we can find a way to make this work—please don’t go,” Norman pleaded softly, grasping your hands tightly, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. The warmth of his grip was a stark contrast to the chill creeping into your heart. You could see the turmoil in his gaze, the desperation that mirrored your own.