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|There comes a time in which we must look back at the past and realize that we walked away from a perfect life.||
I awoke to find the clock swear blinking that it was three in the morning. Beyond the curtains the sun begged entrance. As long as it wasn't past six I would be fine. I pulled myself up into a sitting position and knocked my shoe off the bed. As it began to tumble I realized there was a bag of china below it. My mother would kill me, I heard the click of the breaking mugs, too late.
I pulled my body off the bed and into my waitress uniform. I made it to work five minutes late. Katy was opening the cash register, she was smaller than a size zero and had long brown hair that only accented her skin stretched bones. I knew it wasn't anorexia stripping her, but poverty. When she wasn't looking I often slid my tips onto her table.
The manager opened the door to the world and the first customer was a man who appeared to be in his later years. His hair was a long mane of silver, his eyes so green they seemed to hold all of time's secrets. He carried a staff, walking it at his side. It had rune's and intricate carving along its width. The man settled himself in the corner of my area.
I walked over to him, pencil in hand. I asked if he was ready to order, when he took my hand and spoke, "Please sit," his voice caused me to drop my pencil. "Don't worry you would be missed."
I fell beside the sage and the only image I could still see in the diner was a glass. I watched the ice cubes melt within the water. The light refracted through the glass creating a halo of rainbows. Soon the world disappeared into the rainbows. The rainbows faded and I found myself in a meadow.
I began to turn around, for any clue to where I was. This place seemed familiar, the lavender roses and silver lilac. Several yards from I could see George, a friend who was descended from a long line of strong pagans. I hadn't seen him in over three years, when I left Blue Springs and everything that was there. He had his face turned to the sky and I followed his gaze there, storm clouds began to congregate above our heads. I walked to him and he smiled when he saw me. He was dressed in a black trench coat, I could see tears in his eyes.
He glanced down at the scars along my arms. "Oh Butterfly, how did you find me." I listened to his English accent wondering why he would call me by my true name and not my human name. He broke my thoughts by speaking again. "Butterfly I found Kira today. I went over to her house and there she was. Her straight red hair laying across the bathroom counter and her wrists in a sink full of blood. Her third attempt and she figured it out." He took a short pause tracing my high cheekbones. "And I thought I saw you there Butterfly, it was you."
George turned and looked at the sky again. I could hear the thunder screaming it's warning to the world. A sudden bolt of lightning shot across the sky flinging me into George. I quickly backed away.
"You have nothing to fear from me. What was once there is gone now. Now leave before the rain comes." He pointed to a door standing two-dimensional in the meadow. I opened it to find a normal city street on the other side.
I was standing in the parking lot of a QuikTrip. A man of perhaps thirty stood at the door. His auburn hair drifted to his collar. He smiled at me and I ran to him. "Hello Butterfly." He held me in his arms and I knew true peace. He spoke gently in my ear. "Both my wife and two sons send their love and extend invitations. Although the two boys probably have different ideas of entertainment. We have missed you." He held me back and smiled. "You always were a loyal daughter."
Around us a crowd gathered to gawk. Was it so strange that I was being held lovingly by the man worshipped as the Father? I was one of the last of his wife's chosen, the rest killed in his name, define irony.
"It's time you move on Butterfly." He laid his hands over my eyes and I thought to myself 'Good-bye Daddy."
When the hands were removed I was standing in front of a carriage on a night street lit by candles. Beside me stood Stephen dressed in an old tuxedo. I looked down to find myself in a navy blue dress with thin straps that had small roses along them. On my finger was an Alexandrite set in platinum. I hadn't see the ring since I had broken the engagement with Stephen. Stephen took my hand and kissed my cheek. Inside I remembered why I loved him. He led me into a ball room, I was navigated to a small circle of women.
I looked around and recognized all their faces: Angel, Pegasus, Gabrielle; these were characters, part of my mind. How could they all be standing there in formals.
Gabrielle spoke, "Good evening Butterfly. Have you enjoyed the tour of you past and future?"
I felt Stephen kiss me and wanted only to hold him again. And then there was an aged hand on my wrist. I opened my eyes to find myself back in the diner. My first thought was of my Book of Shadows, a tome I hadn't touched since I ran. And then of Stephen, my true love, who I knew was still waiting for me to return. I had to go back to where it all began.
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