After losing your family, you are taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, you begin to heal and form new friendships. Follow your journey as you uncover secrets about your origin that you never knew.
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I walked through hall of Bloom her house as she trailed behind me. She wasn't saying anything, her footsteps barely audible in the quiet house. I could feel the weight of her thoughts, her guilt pressing down on her like a cloud threatening rain. It wasn't hard to notice. Bloom had a tendency to overthink, to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders even when the world wasn't asking her to.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw her face, clouded with frustration. She was always like this—taking the blame for things she had no control over. It was tiring, honestly. I mean, I understood, but sometimes it just got... redundant.
I sighed, slowing down enough so she could catch up. "Bloom," I began, my voice low and quiet, "you're blaming yourself for something you didn't even do." My words hung in the air, almost too casual for the heavy mood.
"But I almost killed Flora..." Her voice cracked like a fragile thread pulling tight, threatening to break.
I rubbed the back of my neck, watching the way her face was clouded by self-doubt. "Yeah, well... Selena's the one who messed everything up. Not you."
Bloom stopped walking, her expression softening, her lips parting as if to argue but then closing again. I knew she didn't want to believe me—she never did. But it didn't matter. I wasn't about to let her drown in this self-pity. Not on my watch.
She finally exhaled, her shoulders relaxing just a fraction. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know how to forgive myself for this."
I turned to face her completely, my eyes unwavering. "It's simple, Bloom. You don't. You let it go. You move forward, not backward." I paused, noticing her teary eyes, the way her breath came out shaky, like she was trying to hold herself together.
Bloom closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around me, a little too tightly. I stiffened for a second, before returning the hug with a sort of reluctant gentleness. This wasn't exactly my thing—being all touchy-feely—but Bloom was Bloom. She had that effect.
"You're good at comforting people," she murmured against my shoulder, her voice soft. "I don't know how you do it."
I leaned back, glancing around the room. "Don't make me sound like some sort of therapist." I let out a dry chuckle. "I'm just doing what anyone would do in your situation."
But she didn't let go, and that was probably the only reason I didn't push her away. Instead, I stayed there, awkwardly silent until there was a knock at the door.
Mike entered with a grin on his face, his hat in his hands, Vanessa trailing behind. "Look, girls!" he said with a dramatic flair. "I've been working on some magic of my own, wait for it..."
Bloom and I exchanged looks, both of us not really feeling the enthusiasm. And then, in a puff of air, Mike pulled out fake flowers from the hat. He held them up proudly. "Tada!"
