Flora didn't tell him quite everything. How would she have been able to explain something that has been taunting her for years?

~ Fade Away ~

Numerous patches of red to yellow to green to purple were coloring the endless, seamless field. The last few late bloomers had budded only a day ago. The field was now bathing in the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun. The only thing proving this view not to be some idealistic painting was the small red bow that could be spotted, slightly dancing around. Walking cautiously among the beauty of these flowers was a little girl. She couldn't have yet seen more than seven of these springs in her still young life. After carefully picking out a few flowers, the girl tiptoed back to the woman kneeling down in the soft grass. Said woman smiled as her daughter reached the little bouquet out to her.

"For you, mother!" the girl sang happily.

Her mother called the girl over and told her to close her eyes for a moment, as she too had made the other a little something. Feeling something sliding over her head, the girl immediately opened her eyes again after the there you go that followed. Looking down, the girl stared in awe at the flower necklace her mother had made using the daisies surrounding her. Thanking her mother by hugging her tightly, the girl had them both lose their balance and fall over to the soft ground.

When finally stopped laughing over the incident and the tickling she received afterwards, the girl asked her mother if she could teach her how to make these flower necklaces herself. Turning around to pick the flowers needed, everything took a turn for the worst. If only she hadn't done so. If only the girl had not turned her back on her, things might have turned out differently. Nothing would have changed. Everything would not have turned black the way it did. As clouds she hadn't noticed before took away all light, the girl turned around. Nothing was to be seen there. Or rather, no one was. The bouquet she made earlier was lying still in the crushed grass. Someone had been sitting there mere moments ago. But then where was her mother now? She could not have gone off without her, could she? She would not have. The girl heard someone call out to her. Father. He'd know where mother had gone. He would know for sure. But who was that lady trailing behind him?

"Flora, there's someone I want you to meet."

No. Didn't she have anything to say in this? Flora did not want to meet this lady, who looked so painfully alike to mother. Mother. She had to know why she wasn't here. Why she wouldn't come back, no matter how many times her own daughter called out to her. And she did. Every following night, she would go out there to look for mother. The girl screamed her longs out, but still wasn't able to reach over. Often she would see the woman sitting down mere meters away, but the distance grew larger with every step she took. Everything surrounding the girl faded away as the morning sun broke through her curtains. Her father had explained and even though she knew, how could a girl ever understand her mother to just leave her behind? She was left at home, with only her father and a lady she didn't want to know. This was not her mother. No matter what her father said and no matter how hard he tried to have her acknowledge this lady – Lady Dahlia, he had called her – no one would ever make her forget about the person she had been with for so long and who had taught her everything she knew. The one she had loved so much and still did up to this day.

Her father, too, passed away far too young. Instead of searching for mother, knowing he'd be out there somewhere calling out to her, Flora ended up alone in the house with a woman she had never met.

Every now and then the girl would unconsciously return to that same flower field on that same afternoon. She knew, however, what was to come and did not want to relive those moments over and over again. She would only think of all the good times they had once spent together. In the end though, the image of the two persons she held so dearly would always fade away. Not ever did the girl think about the fact that one day, those dreams might disappear completely. She only noticed when they returned.

Years after her mother's death, Flora's memories of her started to fade to the background, safely put away where no one else could reach them. So did those of her father. Her prominent thoughts were soon to be replaced by those of the Professor, who took care of her as a father would have done for his own daughter, and Luke, an ever so sweet young boy, ready to defend her whenever needed against those who meant harm to the girl.

All this changed recently and everything came back to her, only this time twice as hard. Memories she had hidden and chapters she had closed, they were now moving forward and haunted her every dream. She was now back at that sun filled flower field. And it hurt.

A/N First things first : Thank you Celeste K. Raven & StudendFromGallifrey for reviewing the first part ^^

This wasn't originally going to have a second part, but the idea struck me and wouldn't let go.. So here you go =)
It might be just the slightest bit of confusing, I don't know.. Basically, this is about/these are the dreams Flora's had as a child and has been having recently. Just ask if there's something you don't get.

I'm quite glad with the outcome on this one..
Please review*

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