Beneath the flower shopis the name of the book that holds a beautiful cover. A cover filled with flowers in all kinds of colors and a small boutique hiding behind them.
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Once, there was a girl named June. June loved excitement, it was the best thing she knew. She loved exploring, something she had been doing for as long as she could remember.
June often went to abandoned places where she would explore the story behind the place. She believed that maybe she could find details that others had missed.
One night, she found an old newspaper, and the old text was speaking about the long lost magical mystery that was hiding underneath the old flower shop.
It was a myth to many, but the thing about June was that she didn’t believe in myths. She believed that everything came from somewhere, she believed in magic and curses.
So she couldn’t see why therewouldn’tbe an old magical mystery that could have been forgotten or lost...
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I read out loud for both of us to enjoy. I wanted to continue just as June did. She believed in magic, just as I. She didn’t seem to fear doing things on her own with no one by her side. It made her excited. It was her inner flame she decided to follow and explore.
I needed to find the same flame within me. I needed to trust myself and believe in myself, something that I’ve always had troubles with.
Esme was incredible when it came to that, she followed her flame even when she was scared. She never let anyone who could make her unsure about her path come too close.
Until someone did, and took everything from her. They took her life, her choice. Someone stole it before she got the chance to do whatever she wanted with it.
Rage spreads through me as fast as a lightning bolt strikes down. They tookeverythingfrom her, and when they took her, they took everything from me.
Suddenly tears form in my eyes, but this time it wasn’t tears of sadness, this time it was out of pure contempt. The only problem being that this feeling was towards an unknown soul, someone I didn't know.
What if you do know them?The thought has been haunting me since the day it happened. The possibility of walking past her friends, not knowing if it was one of them who took her life. Not knowing if there was someone else in Fairy Village who took her life, even if it was only an accident. There was no one whohad come forward. No one had told me anything. How could no one have seen anything when she was always surrounded by someone?
The thought of someone knowing something but not telling me hasn’t left me alone since I found her soulless body.
How could someone kill the purest soul in our village?
“How could someone do such a thing?” I spit out in rage, too lost in my own head and scaring the poor baby.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so distanced from myself, so unlike me. So unhinged, insane, furious. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this amount of rage and hopelessness.
Paranoia washes over me when I think of continuing alone. I trusted Ector to protect me so bluntly, and he did. He died only to protect me. He lost his life, and it’s my fault. Esme lost her life, and it's my fault.
If I would only have protected her when she needed me, she would still be here.
If I only would’ve stayed in the circle of trees and not interrupted them, Ector would be sitting next to me. He only lost his focus because of me.
My sister who was my best friend, and Ector who I was growing to love, both gone, only because of me.
And only one can be brought back.
A scream leaves my lungs in frustration. Will this guilt ever disappear? Will I have two people’s unexpected death in my hands for an eternity? Their spilled blood was my fault.
Ector saved me twice, and I couldn’t even keep him alive.
I had failed, not once but twice. Being around me meant that death would come, and it haunted me every day. I didn’t want anyone else to die. I didn’t want to lose someone again. I was already scared of loving someone, terrified that they would die too.
People were dying around me, but why? Why did it have to be like this? Why did I have to suffer like this?
And no matter how stupid I felt for even thinking the thought, it managed to creep in. Because what if someone had cursed me without knowing? What if this was something against me and not my loved ones that were losing their souls?
Chapter 29
