By @UnmaskedDreams


By @UnmaskedDreams

When tragedy strikes, the hardest part of moving on is learning to forgive yourself.

Chapter 9


Ineffable — “incapable of being expressed or described in words”

One week before camp

               “Where are you taking me, Will?” Alyssa asked with a laugh as she stumbled yet again.

               “Don’t you trust me?” he asked.

               “I’m pretty sure I trust you since I just let you blindfold me and drive me who-knows-where.”

               He laughed. “Relax, I told your parents where I’m taking you.”

               “Well, isn’t that comforting,” Alyssa said dryly.

               “And stop,” he told her.

               She stumbled to a halt.

               He slipped his hand out of hers. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

               Slowly, she slipped off her blindfold and opened her eyes. She muffled a gasp at the sight before her. The entire youth hall was transformed with fairy lights strung across the ceiling. Black and silver balloons littered the floor. A the end of the hall, balloon letters in metallic violet were mounted spelling “Happy 21stBirthday!”

               Alyssa turned to Will. “You did this?”

               “Déjà vu much?”

               “Yes, Alyssa,” Tori said as she suddenly appeared by her side. “This was all Will.”

               Will blushed. “I didn’t do it alone.”

               Tori rolled her eyes. “But it was your idea.”

               “Thank you, Will,” Alyssa told him. “This was really thoughtful.”

               Tori handed Will a small bouquet of viscaria – Alyssa’s favourite flowers – as the first notes of a familiar song played. “The first dance is yours, William. Better treat her right.”

               Will grinned and took bouquet. “You know I will.”

               Tori nodded satisfied and walked away.

               Will turned his attention back to Alyssa and offered her the bouquet. “May I have this dance?”

               Alyssa laughed. “You do know viscaria flowers literally mean ‘May I have this dance?’ right?”

               “Oh,” he said with a grin. “Well, then does accepting the flowers mean you’re saying ‘yes’?”

               With a laugh, Alyssa accepted flowers. 

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