Chapter 1
Genevieve
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My longing for her is endless, my first love, my first heartbreak. My sweet little sister.I miss her beautiful copper hued and royal purple hair, and her shimmering sage eyes.
Every time I look at myself in my golden mirror, I see a glimpse of her, a glimpse of us and all the memories we made, everything we’ve been through together. Every time I see my own eyes in my reflection, an image of her beautiful face flashes before me.
Not a second goes by without me thinking of her, she was my everything, she still is and will always be.
My life hasn’t been the same since her death, not only did it affect me but also so many other fairies.
She always danced through our little village, always the social butterfly and a friend to everyone. It was her softness yet extroverted persona that attracted the attention of others and drew people in without her having to try.
Almost a year has passed since we lost her and I still have trouble talking about it, speaking my thoughts about the day I saw her lifeless body before my eyes.
It broke me.
The feeling of someone pulling out my heart had never felt more real. It was almost like I could feel someone's sharp nails grab ahold of it, squeezing the flesh and ripping it through my chest.
No one knows the whole story of what really happened to her. One second she was there, dead, and the next, her body had vanished.
I love her with my whole heart, with every bit of myself. All I want, all I could ever wish for, is to get her back. I would do anything to hear her laugh and see her smile once again.
My sweet sister.
Esme.
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Putting down my turquoise and glitter golden diary which my mother got for me as a gift, I pet my baby frog who’s placed by my side, her green tone brighter than the other frogs living in the woods.
Everything felt heavy, my thoughts, my body. It was almost like I had to use all my strength to hold myself up. And I had to do it, because no one else would.
My sweet mother told me that I needed to let out all of my feelings and stop pretending that everything is okay. She says that everyone believes that I’m okay now, even though that’s far from the truth.
The truth is that you never get over such things, right? You mourn, you pretend. You learn to live with it, but it will never truly fade away. It will always linger in the back of your mind along with the thoughts that make you blame yourself.
Esme didn’t get to celebrate her nineteenth birthday before it happened. Her twentieth is right around the corner but I’m determined to get her back before that day comes around. I want her to be here and celebrate. I want her to feel the love that she has always been surrounded by.
Not long after she died, I found an ancient book in the old library,“The Magic Well”.
The tome holds old secrets, and it says that if you follow the map inside the book and find the magic wishing well, you will have one wish to use. And whatever you wish for will come true, as long as you follow the strict rules:
Tell the well about your wish, make sure to ask it nicely. Drink its water as you visualize the wish in your head, then thank the well for its help. But be feared! If you get lost on the way there, or tricked and wish for something in thewrongwell, you will forget everything about the right one, and your one and only wish will never, ever come true.
Some fairies believe that this wishing well is only a curse which will ruin your life, not only for you but for the generations to come as well. However, I don’t believe that it’s a cursed story. I believe in the magic well and the power that it may hold. And if it can bring Esme back to life,I’m ready to make sacrifices.
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This morning, I chose one of the flowy dresses from my closet. The dress is rose pink, shimmering with golden details. It sits tight on my upper body due to the pretty corset, but gets wider from the hips and down. The cream fabric around the arms flows as it wishes and the back leaves space for my wings, which makes it possible for me to use them freely.
The love I have for my wings is out of this world. They are a light pastel green, perfectly matching my eyes, and have small glittery hearts as details that are the same color as the pink stripes in my hair.
My long, blonde and curly hair with blush pink highlights nearly reaches the curve of my butt, today styled in a half down hairstyle, one of my favorites that holds two braids on each side of my head. I clip them together in the back, using an emerald green and crown golden hair clip to make it stay in place.
Feeling done, my hand reaches for the pink colored ballet shoes, tying them around my ankles and lower legs.
