Well, peoples, I've decided to add another chapter to my first (I think) little ficcey! I remember when it was an Author's Note and disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Getting sentimental, are we? I can't believe that I was that lame. I'm really tired and am just going to get this over with: Child of the Sky only owns the plot.
Disclaimer's come a long way. Anywho, here's the second chappie to the story, which I dedicate to New Moon Werewolf, who encouraged me to write this!
Today was supposed to be the day. Today, Holly was supposed to forget everything that could tear her and Artemis apart and admit her feelings. Today, she was supposed to bear her soul and be judged, not as a friend, not as a sister, but as a soulmate; whether she were to be accepted or rejected or even condemned wouldn't matter. Too bad things don't always go as they're supposed to.
Holly told Artemis she would be coming at noon, and spend the afternoon with him. She tried hard to remember their final conversation.
Flashback
"Hey Artemis, how about I go to the Manor and spend the afternoon with you?" Holly remembered saying that, and Artemis replied, "Fine, let me finish this letter." "Is everything all right?" The excuses came immediately. "Never mind me. This is a complex letter, and I barely slept last night. Probably stress from the Opal… incident. Is noon okay for you?" "Yes, it's a great time, but don't think you're off the hook. Something's wrong, and I'm going to figure it out." "Goodbye, Holly."
End Flashback
He was writing a letter… a suicide letter… Why would someone so smart do something so final, so stupid? Holly reread the letter for the umpteenth time. She loved him and hid it until she could come out. Apparently, she was too good for too long. Perhaps if she just shoved it into the open, Artemis wouldn't have snapped. Awkwardness is always preferred over death, but here death was, and it was all her fault. Holly could remember seeing his body dropping faster and faster, until a resounding CRACK sounded in her ears and the now inanimate object actually bounced.
No, it didn't bounce. Julius isn't dead; heck, she isn't even in the recon! Holly was going to close her eyes, count to ten, and wake up from this nightmare. Gods, none of this ever happened. It's just a dream, just a dream… Who was she kidding? Goodbye my Love. Those words were taunting her, weren't they?
Holly Patricia Short suddenly took a deep breath and headed for the door, the note clenched in her fist. Foaly was perhaps the only other person who would mourn Artemis's death. All he would have to do is read the note. He and Holly could even grieve together, even if it were only for a few minutes… Gods help me through this terror.
