My day's work is yet not done. Even after typing up another one shot...
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Midori
Chelsea Wellhord- I will. And everyone who likes this story may want to try reading Calebeo and Corneliette. It'sa more romantic story than this. I can't write romance that well so I'm leaving it at other people to do so.
Automatic Translator- I will.
Chelsea Wellhord- I will. And everyone who likes this story may want to try reading Calebeo and Corneliette. It'sa more romantic story than this. I can't write romance that well so I'm leaving it at other people to do so.
Cornelia quickly ran up to her apartment. She didn't care that everyone else was staring out at her. She had to find a way to not let anyone interrupt her. Not even Will.
Will did make a backup, but Cornelia wanted to be on this one alone.
What did she do wrong? Cornelia kept thinking as she ran back to her apartment quickly. Whatever was happening now could be changed. If she did it once, she could do it again. She would kill the murderer. She would know before it would happen?
Wait, she had done it before with the flower. Now that the flower wasn't here, how could she go back in time again? How stupider could she get? She just ruined her whole life with this one big mistake of turning Caleb back into a human. Her romance of last moments with him didn't even last for seconds before she had seen him shot and killed.
If only she could find another way back into time. Maybe then, she would become a private investigator and actually receive a badge to kill people with and have a gun and a right to try to find the killer of her love. Why hadn't she thought of such things before?
She couldn't even get back down to the past anymore.
What more could she do?
Her life was nothing now. Her life was her friends, her love, her Caleb.
It was all gone now. It was hopeless. There were no other options to take. Her life was going down the hard way. And she was just going after it. She was going to go down with it an even harder way.
Cornelia burst into her apartment and slammed herself down onto her bed. She sobbed and her tears of emotion and hurt soon went away and dripped onto the pillow that she clutched tightly. What could she do now?
Cornelia heard a tinkling all of a sudden. She stopped her tears immediately and lifted her head from the pillow, listening intently. Was this another sign? Another chance to go back to the past? She sat up on her bed and followed the sounds. She crept out of her room and entered the living room.
She gasped at what she saw next. She had seen beautiful, crystal blue orbs of butterflies and sparkles all around. They were flapping around a white flower. The white flower that resembled Caleb the many years ago. The white flower that she had placed in her vase to keep alive. The flower that lead all to this. It was such a captivating sight. Cornelia slowly stepped through the curtains of butterflies and sparkles. She grasped the flowers and felt the delicate petals.
It suddenly turned to dust right in her hands. She backed away from the curtains of butterflies and sparkles because she saw them stop and turn into a nasty color of red. They were angry. They were disturbed.
She watched in complete horror as the butterflies sliced through her. She saw the blood spurting out of her fresh wounds and she felt herself fall into complete darkness. She watched her vision turn into a complete circle of small light. She watched herself die.
Cornelia opened her eyes and found herself in a clear orb of fluid that she couldn't describe. It wasn't water for sure. She could breathe in it and it was thicker than water. She saw pictures of her life, every second of it around her. She understood now. She knew that Caleb and given her another chance. She could go back to the past again. Caleb was still there to protect her. She had to go back and alter her life once more. She had to change her plans. She had to study to be a police officer or at least something to do relating with the cops. Cornelia thrust herself forward and finally found a picture of herself about to transform Caleb into a human. She touched and caressed the picture.
The butterflies appeared again, but this time, they repaired her bloody wounds and shot life back into her. She didn't know what place this was or what these insects were. All she knew was that it was a second chance for her to relive her life. She had to stop all the worst that was coming. She had too. She couldn't afford to sacrifice or lose anything just to make her life right for her. She couldn't even sacrifice herself.
Cornelia found herself holding Caleb, the flower in her hands. She was younger now. This was ten years from before. Cornelia grinned and placed Caleb back into the vase. She left him and rested on her bed, thinking over what had all just happened, thinking about more options she could do if she didn't want to use the option she had created earlier.
Short chapter.
I'm so tired. I don't like my long FanFiction shifts.
But all the more for my readers of course.
Of course.
Midori