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    Like a fairytale, chapter 21

     

     

    It should have been her lying there, the brunette told herself as she saw a tear escape the corner or Shane’s eye.

     

     

    No! Alice No!

     

     

    Dana cried out again, the pain clearly audible in her voice.

    Septembers niece felt how she began to tremble uncontrolably after touching Alice, feeling how the life had slipped out of her… The shorthaired girl tried to wrap her arm around Dana who was pulling Alices body close to her, but the atletic brunette absentmindedly slapped her friends arm away, drowning in her grief.

     

     

    Bette’s heart wrenched, and a lump was forming rapidly in her throat. The shiver that went through her body had nothing to do with the breeze that had come up, and she felt how tears were making its way down over her face.

     

     

    She gasped for air, feeling guilty doing so…

    For she was able to and Alice wouldn’t be…

    Never again.

     

     

    The brunette’s knees felt weak and she went through them, looking up at the sky…

    Her eyes widened when she saw…

     

     

    Hunderds… Thousands of butterflies were flying above them, in the shape of a teardrop. Bette gasped again when she saw the teardrop lower, and make its way down to them… A soft harmonious sound became more audible every second… Shane looked up also and blinked at the sight of the butterflies who now had formed the shape of a heart. The sound increased again in volume, and now Dana, who had hid her face in her girlfriends lifeless shoulder, glanced up… Her face wrenched with hurt and sorrow…

    All 3 girls stared at the phenomenon, the miracle of butterflies that seemed to be mourning with them over the friend they had lost.

     

    Bette still sitting on her knees, the tears pouring down her face…

     

    Shane was still half in the process of reaching out to the atletic girl, her hand motionless in the air…

     

    Dana still hugging the lifeless body of the blonde she would always love more than her own life…

     

     

    A golden light seemed to emerge from the thousands of beautifull creatures… The soothing harmonious sound made the girls tremble even more, and three bodies jerked with fright when the butterflies, now again in the teardropshape, suddenly turned and made their way towards the water, that still had the color of the night…

    The butterfly at the top of the teardrop (could it be the one they had seen earlier?) touched the black substance first, and the glorious sound reached its peak when the other fragile creatures soon followed their leaders example.

     

     

    The breeze that had been playing with their hair and clothes changed into a strong wind when the girls saw a golden platform appear where the butterflies touched the water. And tiny strings seemed to be tossed towards both shores, forming a small golden bridge… The content of the river became a caleidoscope of colors untill it finally reached a beautifull shade of blue neither of the girls had ever seen before.

     

     

    The bridge became broader and turned into a path, and in two strings the butterflies flew up and seemed to linger in the air before they chose their direction…

     

     

    Straight towards…

     

     

    Dana…

     

     

    ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ TBC ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

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    Comments

    1. wow! you was shaking? then you can imagine how i am! my hearth is pumping so fast! this was so sad but it was write in a wonderful way! thanks for the post! take care

    2. Bummer, Alice is gone and it looks like Dana is next. Maybe it is a dream and Dana and Alice are on the other side of the river having crossed on a rainbow.

    3. oh no, poor anhgie…if tina will tell her this chapter, angie will cry…wonderful update, is there a way to make it better? and now tina admitted her love for bette…bette should hurry

    4. Hey teaser! I’m really the 1st. LOLI love your previous story and I will read this one later…I’m addicted to be the 1st one! LOLSorry Lamentamini!

    5. kinda you only beat me because I suck at typing and had to try like 3 times so it wouldn’t look like random letters. LMAO Okay so uh, Mom, you should’ve put a warning label on this to not read at work or something. I nearly started bawling. ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!!!!! T_T Ugh now I need to get back to work. =/ Post again soon! *huggles*

    6. On behalf of little Angel and her very anxious mom, I thank you! *bowing* Not suitable for a three-year old??? Are you kidding? It was amazing! So poetic. I could totally visualize all the colors, the butterflies, the heart shape, the golden bridge, the coloured water underneath… I’m pretty sure Tina is going to have a blast describing the scene to Angie, and maybe they could even draw a picture of it together afterwards! Oh you mean Alice? (Very sad by the way, I really got emotionnal, and the connection with Tina… Beautiful!) Well, I’m pretty sure mommy T could maybe make it a PG version with Alice falling into a very deep and peaceful slumber or something… *wink* Anyway, have a great vacation, Captain!

    7. One more thing… Alice’s body turning rigid and lifeless reminded me of a similar tragedy happening to Hans Solo in Star Wars’ “Empire strikes back”. But then it turns out that he comes back… *Cute little pout and much hope in her eyes*

    8. I don’t agree with people who say that stories write by themselves, I do think that writers picture so many scenarios for their stories and that’s when the stories lead them where they make more sense. It was sad to read that Alice died but as you narrated the previous chapters it made sense on this one. Great chappy pal! congrats!

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