Chapter 1: Stella

I cried myself to sleep in the darkness. This wasn't happening. She wasn't dead. This was all a dream. I'd wake up in the morning and I'd go downstairs to eat breakfast. She'd be there, smiling and waving me over. She wasn't dead...of course not. Bloom was alive and well, I was just dreaming. I repeated these thoughts to myself again and again until it seemed real. Just as I was on the verge of believing them, a voice inside my head said:

"Stella you idiot! Bloom is dead, and there's nothing you can do about it. So wake up and face reality."

The mean voice inside my head made me cry harder. Bloom Peters, my very best friend was dead. I sighed. At least she had spent the last few moments of her life having fun. That was before she fainted on the edge of the highest Alfea tower and tumbled down...all the way down, to where the cold hard ground rose up to meet her. I slowly began recalling the events of the evening in my mind.