30 ~ April...

It was dawn. The night sky was lit and painted with bright colours on the horizon.

The city beside was asleep.

She had rushed through a hurricane of confusion and pain for a while, fighting her way off through insanity and torment as she resurrected, but now things were settling. She could finally realign her thoughts and perceptions, as her head and body were cooling down.

The sky blinded her. The sun was rising. The tremendous bolt of fire known as the sun was appearing above the horizon. It was piercing her eyes and already felt warming her skin.

She held her breath.

She could have dreamt to live this moment.

It could have been years, it had been decades. It might have been over a century since she last had the chance to see such a sight...

The ground below her was in turmoil. She recognised some of the noise and sensations of a train departing.

She began to hear the complex and loud music of a train leaving and running.

Though the sunlight had hurt her eyes, she could now understand what her situation was. She had a fairer idea of what had happened to her as her body moved slightly.

But it all held little matter then... What she had become, and the time in history she was in, they didn’t matter anymore.

Her body felt very, awfully heavy. She could hardly move since her awareness had resurfaced, maybe a few seconds ago only. Her flesh was already out of breath and energy. She could hardly breathe, her lungs being already dead again.

But she was in the middle of the normal world. And her sight had given her one soft glance of the landscape, but now it wasn’t coming back as it should have, following the blindness.

What she was, no matter what it could be, was about to fall and die. But in the mean time, it was still somehow alive...

These few seconds of conscious existence felt deliciously sublime.

And even though it wouldn’t last, Scarlett smiled heartily. She could feel the cold air and wind brushing her whole strange body.

She was able to enjoy the extraordinary and overwhelming feeling of being alive again.

Her sight slowly coming back to her showed her for another moment of whisper a magnificent world.

A prodigious yet common scenery was revealed to her again. Forests, fields, hills and some distant little mountains.

All of which being carried under the strong colours of an endless looking open sky.

All of which she enjoyed, feeling the thrills running along her bones and spine. Everything she shivered seeing one more time.

Her abnormal body was dying surely, collapsing in rapid decay, but she had the chance with it to experience something that happened less than once upon a time...

She had enjoyed the chance of unparalleled odds. Seeing reality again after death, with its beauty everywhere.

And she had it, because of her. Because of her dream next to her...

The wind was brushing her, eroding her semblance of skin away.

Now for a moment Scarlett’s mind was brought down thinking about Esther.

The lost one... If she could have managed to speak up a few words of gratitude, it should have been for her.

Because her dream had come true. Because her folly eventually succeeded. She ought to thank her existence for that faint moment, and to congratulate her insanity.

No matter where she was and no matter what she had become; whether she had already made it on her own or simply died back and down there, it didn’t matter.

Because she could now enjoy the sight of a new day to come, Scarlett knew that she had realistic chances to also succeed therefore. Perhaps in this time and place, maybe others would try, but she would likely eventually prevail.

Once upon a time, she would...

Because herself had now gained an impossible minute of life, somewhere and somewhen...

Mary-Esther would also make it someday.

Scarlett began to laugh, as heartily as her chest allowed, for a lifetime. She was amused for her own lives and Mary-Esther fate in hers. For them all. For everything that had happened and for all.

Fluids leaked. She was dying, but she managed to whisper her last few words, with a genuine smile and joy.

S - Mary... Esther... You...

Her voice had turned hoarse and continued to fall. The sounds were being lost along, as probably no one heard them. She couldn’t manage to end her sentence, but it didn’t matter if such words were to be lost forever.

The wind blowing against her skin was nice. The sights were entering her mind as consciousness gently began to fade.

The sounds of the train running below where she stood somehow turned into the sweetest of lullabies.

She was smiling.

She knew the blue roses were thriving and living. Somewhere and somewhen, they were glad to be alive.

As for herself, this time she could die with a smile.

The sunrise showered her with a warmer light. IT had been enough for this short life.

She had no regrets and simply died with that smile.

That life or dream, had been so nice.

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