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The Empty Room

Mia Bergeron

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The Empty Room (2016/oil on panel) - Mia Bergeron

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Mia Bergeron, The Empty Room, 2016

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 ℜ𝔬𝔬𝔪, շօյճ 𝔟𝔶 𝔐𝔦𝔞 𝔅𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔫

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When the Devil Goes Missing

Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 27k • Rated.E

Madeleine slows, her gaze softening. She stops beside them, eyes on Wisp.

"The poor child," she murmurs, tucking a stray curl from Wisp’s damp cheek. "The earthquake frightened her. Shall I fetch a blanket?"

Béatrice shakes her head—barely. Her eyes are locked on the house. Still. Too still. The peace is a lie. The dread clings—in her stomach, in her chest, everywhere.

And in that silence, Julie’s voice slices through. Sharp. Desperate.

"Crowley’s still inside!”

Béatrice looks at Julie—and in her eyes, there is only sadness.

"I don't think Crowley is still with us, love," she says, her voice breaking gently, like something precious slipping from trembling hands.

Julie gasps, a wounded sound, raw and disbelieving.

"What do you mean?" Madeleine asks, her brow furrowed, her voice slicing into the heavy grief blanketing them.

Julie can't answer—only sobs, her whole body wracked by it. Wisp cries harder, a sound so piercing it feels like she wants to crack the earth open to get her mother back only by the sound of her screams.

Madeleine presses the lantern into Gaspard’s hands. He takes it without a word, then gestures to Béatrice—a silent, urgent plea: Give me the child. Let me help.

Béatrice hesitates—then, with trembling fingers, gently separates herself from Wisp. As she does, she feels the cold seep in, chilling the spot where the baby's warmth had been pressed against her chest, where her cries had beaten like a second heart.

She feels it—the absence—like losing a limb.

Béatrice’s heart breaks anew as she sees Wisp’s face—contorted with anguish, tiny hands grasping at nothing, her body writhing in silent, primal grief.

-Chap.04 - The Empty Room-

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i think they are shrinking, but i don't want to get close enough to measure, or gods forbid, touch them

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small pieces of you / scattered everywhere

Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “Conversations with Self: The Empty Room”

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