CHAPTER 29

  Two butterflies flying freely on a garden full of flowers blooming in the fresh sunlight, only the two of them, enjoying. The pink butterfly flies farther, and the blue butterfly chases the pink one.

  Suddenly, it's me and Dion, running freely on the evergreen of Grindelwald while laughing our hearts out. I run farther and Dion chases me, trying to catch me, and when he did, he locks me in his strong arms and we fell on the bed of greens.

  I am underneath him, and he is staring softly at me. His hand caresses my cheek, and his face inch closer to mine, closer, and closer, and closer until our lips are touching, until I feel his lips pressed unto mine.

  Dion is staring at me blankly, I try to reach him but he steps back, and back, and back again until he is slowly fading away in a distance. I try to call him but nothing comes out of my mouth. I try again, but still, nothing. I am mute.

  No. This can't be.

  He is f