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Death isn't the end, the world will carry on your name.

Chapter 14- Death isn't the end, the world will carry on your name.

   Beatrice thought about the poem she would be writing all night long. While she thought of the poem and dug Eleanor's grave, in the daisy meadow. Slowly words came to her. Then they changed, fading in and out, Consistently.

   Now it was 7:30am and Eleanor was buried in the lovely daisy meadow. Beatrice set 20 daisies on top of her grave. Because that was her favorite number, and the age she was when she admitted her feelings for Eleanor. She also lit one candle and stood there for 15 minutes. Because she knew Eleanor wouldn't like the smell of dirt. Then Beatrice sat with her for a while. and told her all about her hopes and dreams. Knowing Eleanor would try her hardest to make every single one come true. "Ill always love you." She cried over Eleanor's grave. "Just remember that...I don't care how long you're gone, you just have to remember that! Please, because very soon I'll join you. Until then do not forgot my love for you." She said laying right next the freshly placed grave.

Once she left the grave she checked on Veronica. She had seemed perfectly fine. Then she sat down and thought of the poem. Slowly but surely words began pouring onto the page. The great story of Eleanor Beckett. She'd titled it. But it wasn't only Eleanor's story. It was Jonathan's, Veronica's, And her own. But Eleanor was the most important. She was stuck in the middle of all of it. She connected these people, Beatrice was her maid, And best friend. Jonathan was her husband, Veronica, her daughter. She connected these people, so Maybe her name as the title was correct.

So Beatrice jotted down the deserved titled. And thought to herself. "What are the biggest moments of Eleanor's story. How do I word it." Then it hit her she needed to drop off Veronica to Will! She jumped out of the chair and gathered things. Then began walking towards William's house.

Knock knock! She pounded on the door. Will came to the door and what he saw confused him. "Did something happen to Eleanor?" He looked so confused. "Yes, she died in my arms this morning. But right before said you are the god father. So I was ordered to bring Veronica to you." Beatrice said teary eyed. Will look her in the eyes then busted into tears. "Oh, my lovely friend Eleanor. She was such a beautiful soul. I'll take good care of her precious baby Ronnie. Thank you for telling me Beatrice." He said hugging Bea. "You're welcome." Beatrice left after knowing she left Veronica in good hands.

She went back home and thought up more for the poem. She wanted to include every detail in minimum words. Jonathan's drinking and abuse, Beatrice and Eleanor's secret love affair, Eleanor's death, Veronica's birth, everything. Then every word hit her all at once. She wrote so fast her brain couldn't keep up. After she finished she sealed up the letter, and ran over to will once more.

"I know I was just here! But this would mean the entire world to Eleanor if you published this poem." Beatrice begged Will to publish one last poem. "In the spirit of Eleanor, I will most definitely publish this poem. I know deep down this is what she would want. Thank you for bringing me this." Beatrice shook her head and headed back home. To start her other plans.

She ran out to the daisy meadow. And told Eleanor her whole plan, everything she had done. Then she picked flowers, many, many flowers. And strung them all together in such a perfect formation. Ensuring they were strong enough.

She then headed to the willow tree, tossed the daisy rope over the branch. Then climbed the tree, and tied herself. Dangling from the tree she smiled. Because In her last moments she saw Eleanor once more.

5 years later...

Veronica and Amelia had grown to be nice sisters. Or at least that's what everyone thought. They might've just followed Eleanor and Beatrice's footsteps especially since they knew they weren't actual sisters.

On the first day of school, Veronica had dropped her juice boxes straw onto the floor. and cried because she didn't have another one. Amelia tapped her while offering her straw to Veronica. Veronica smiled and took the straw then held Amelia's hand. "Merci (thank you)" she said in french. "Pleasure." Amelia smiled back.

Eventually the girls went into the daisy meadow. And would visit Eleanor and Beatrice's grave. They would sit in the same hammock. and talk about how glorious it would be to turn out like them. Amelia always said she admired Beatrice the most. Because even though Eleanor had a husband, Beatrice still stuck by and was patient. She never tried to approach Eleanor she just let Ell Approach her. And of course Eleanor is the one Veronica admires the most. Her favorite thing to do on a rainy day is read Eleanor's poems.

And on the sunny days. Amelia and Veronica would run through the daisy meadow. They would sing une chanson dounce paroles, which is the song Beatrice sing to Veronica. They basically chose to live their lives as if they were reincarnations of Beatrice and Eleanor. Well at least that's what William jokes. The girls claim they are nothing like Eleanor and Beatrice. Even though everyone who knew them claims otherwise.

The cycle repeated, homosexuality isn't a virus. No it is a feeling deep in your heart. Just like any other love story, except people like to stare longer. And the longer you look, maybe, eventually, you'll realize it's the same as any other love story. There all beautiful concepts, love. It's dreamy but dirty. Happy but soul crushing. Insanely difficult but worth the battle. Win or lose. It's all up to you.

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