The room is dark, but it looks familiar. Lying in my bed, I didn't remember it being pink. I sit up on my elbows to identify my surroundings: dolls' houses, purple and pink flower wallpaper, photos, a nightlight above my head. The door is partly open. Maybe around one centimeter.  I can see another door in the corridor; a blue and white door with a small sign with Ethan written on it in large letters. I don't remember that. Where am I? Although the place is familiar, it's still unfamiliar.

"Anybody home?" I whisper loudly. I don't really know what might be waiting for me, but I have to be careful not to make any noise. It's like an instinct. If I make noise, I'll get punished.

As I peek into the nursery again, I notice a dark figure in the doorway. He's watching me. I don't want him watching me. But who is he? 

My jerky breathing has to be controlled; if he hears me, he'll resent me. I can't make a sound. I'm paralyzed in the pink bed, one hand over my heart, the other over my mouth. I'm curled up under the big comforter. If no one knew I was there, they wouldn't, because I'm completely hidden by the blanket, motionless.

The door creaks open, letting the shadows through. I can't see him directly, but I can feel him approaching me. My heart leaps in my chest as the man lifts the blanket.

The man has no face, but his imposing shoulders frighten me. My stomach knots as the faceless man grabs my arms. I struggle, but he's stronger than I am. Much stronger. 

He drags me on the floor, now holding my right foot. I scratch the wooden floor with my nails, but a stident ache makes me sick in the stomach. Who is he ? What does he want ? 

Ethan. If I scream, Ethan will hear me. The next second, I screamed my lungs out, in hope to alert someone, anyone. But noone came.

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Ethan left this weekend for another city. Apparently, they have an American Football finals. I'm so proud of him. I know it's not easy for him every day, so the fact that he's fitting in so well makes me happy. I just hope Victor and Jason leave him alone. Especially Jason, they're so vicious they could go after him for no reason at all. 

My phone vibrated, but a shrill noise rattled on my window. Surprised, I ran over to check what had just happened, leaving my phone on the bed. I can't see anything through the window, and the night fog doesn't help. Wait, is it night already? I slept most of the day! Well, the vacation was necessary. I guess. 

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of me. By reflex, I grabbed the first object in hand and held it up. The moment I opened the window, the shadow stood beside me. My arm shot out on its own, but the man narrowly escaped.

"It's me, Lu. Jessy."

It takes me a few seconds to realize who's standing in front of me, Jessy, his arms raised to protect his face. 

"My God, Jessy what are you doing here at this hour?"

"I wanted to see you, I.. Kinda missed you." He said, almost blushing.

I laughed at his remark, it's the first time someone had said that to me. 

"Well what do you want to do sweatheart ?" I joked, getting closer to him. He choked on his saliva before answering.

"What do you say about, a little fun outting." He took out a transparent bag out of his pocket. I smirk, knowing exactly where tonight is going to lead us. 

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I'm jostled by the crowd, in a bar that only looks big from the outside. They dance from right to left, making movements that in no way resemble dance moves. Jessy holds out her hand, and I grab it without hesitation. I could get lost here.

"Stay close to me."

"Where are you taking me?" Jessy doesn't answer, but smiles mischievously. A few minutes later, a metal door rises in front of us. Jessy gave three loud knocks and a trapdoor of sorts opened. Blue deep angry eyes welcomed us. 

"What is it ?" The low voice of the man was threatening, a frown drawn onto his eyebrows. He's going to regret it, later he will have wrinkles. 

"We're here for the real party Hunter. The Dagdröm." The bodyguard growled as he closed the trapdoor. Seconds later, the heavy door let us enter. There was a long grey corridor. I look around but everything look alike. Jessy seems use to this place this is definitely nit his first time here. 

"Hey, what is a... Dargrom-thing." I tried. Jessy laughed a little. 

"It's dagdröm. It means daydream in sweden." He says. 

"Why in sweden and not in english ?" Jessy shrud, jerking his shoulders. 

"I don't know, I think the man who created the party is swedish or something like that." 

Suddenly, we stopped in front of another door, but this one was not metalic. It was clear and wooden, a white and pure door. Like a bloomed dandelion in a sunflower field. It doesn't creek nor make any sound, but the people that were in the room made most of the noise. Some people are drinking, some are using drugs while other are making out in a corner. The musici is not intrusive, but slow and clear. It's classical music, Waltz of the flower from Tchaikovsky. The melody is slow, but at the same times, it grows into blossom seconds after seconds into the music. The instruments are in harmony. This piece is perfection among an infinite power that lives in us. It's not the first time I heard it, but I discovered it once again as a baby sees for the first time. I was light and felt free. Free from my anxiety. From my dreams. From Pop. From... Everything. Nothing matter anymore. The music lifts me into the air. It's like I've been blind on what my life had been. Without thinking, nor caring on what other might think, I stared t=dancing between the drug addicts and the alcoholics. I moved in the rhythm of the music, it wasn't coherent, but it felt right. Even when the music changed into somtehing more agressive, I shifted and followed it blindly; The four seasons, Vivaldi. My hearts beats fast, i am barely breathing, but my feet lead the way. I don't know where I am anymore, lost in the violin and the sharp blows. It stopped for a second, but it continued making me jump from right to left. How did I live from here not knowing what awaited me. Now I know. I know what I have to do. I have to fly and join the angels. There are the one that whispers in my ear through that music. It is drawned by the face of the angels and their tears sculted them. The frail, nimble fingers of the gods to bless us. It is perfection. I have never felt so alive before. I breathe this melody as an an asthmatic breathe in their inhaler. I almost feel the air brushing my hair in a gentle touch, caressing my face and blowing a kiss to my forehead. I smile like I have never smiled before. And I see as I have never seen before. And I smell like I have never smelled before. Flowers, Columbine, the sweet sent of it and the gorgeous color, light pinkish. Its form is reminding me of a sort of wisdom that no man alive has ever been. Even the greater philosopher can't compare himself with this immortal flower. 

But the music suddenly fade to disappear completely. Where did it go ? I look around to finally realise, the music was never played. Jessy stared at me, high but still very contious. 

"I didn't know you liked this kind of music." He says surprised. I listen carefully and hear some electric music that I don't know of. I am embarassed, I don't want Jessy to think I am weird oro anithing. It will be the worst thing that could happen.  

"Let's go outside, I feel hot in here. And I think you had enough of this." 

This time, we don't go back from where we came from, but an open glass door, right through a greenhouse. The overwhelming, but conforting smell of flowers amazed me. So this was where I smelled the Columbine. I look around, and finally see it. The perfect and magnificient flower. It is dominating the garden, an unrivalled presence. 

  I smell it, going closer to it. Its sent is overwhelming me from the previous the alcohol that was in the air before. It is only now that I realised how much it was strong. I take out my camera to capture it as the other flowers. Jessy continu his journey and open a door that lead us to the outside of the building. 

He leans over a stone fence to take out a cigarette. The fresh air whips my face and the tip of my nose turns red. The stars are out today.

"What did you say?" Jessy asks amazed. Oh no, I think I talk out loud.

"The stars. They are with us tonight" I mark a pause to silently admire them. "They are pearls stuck in the dark and cold sky. They reassure me, a sort of warmth consume me when I see the starry nights. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders, a burden that bothered me all day. And when I listen to my music at the same time, I become invincible, immersed in the darkness of the night but in the complexity of the stars. So when I see a shooting star, sometimes I hope it takes me with it, away from this damn life. It's the only time I can be myself. I don't know their names, but they know me by heart. They've seen my smiles, and my tears. My joyful and painful moments. I draw my energy from them. I'll die the day the sky is starless. They are as much a part of me as I am of them." 

Jessy inhale one more time of the nicotine before blowing the smoke away. A peaceful silence submerged us after my monologue. It's only then that Jessy responded "I know".  He didn't look at me, and so did I. We understand each other like we're the same person. He is the one that I looked for all my life. My soulmate, my twin of heart. My heart and his beats at the same time, in unison. He take my cold hand into his delicately, clasping hus fingers between mine in a warm embrace.

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