Sepulchre There by the Sea - A Fairytale Green fanfiction

More Than Love - Part 14

This is the second part of a double update! If you haven't read part 13 yet, go read that first!

And hold onto your pants cuz this is a long ride. (Almost 4k words...)

(TW: Mentions of drug use in a flashback.)

Also, ignore the fact that the flashback in this chapter kinda messes with the plot of some things that were said in the beginning of the story. I was too lazy to fact check myself.

Enjoy!

(I'd recommend you listen to Space Song by Beach house on a loop while reading this chapter, cuz that's what I listened to while writing it.)

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Butterflies.

Thousands and thousands of butterflies.

I was standing in a greenhouse the size of a castle, filled to the brim with beautiful plants and flowers and thousands upon thousands of butterflies.

I could nearly cry at the sight.

Enchanting creatures of beautiful colors were fluttering about the room, resting on plants and on the glass ceiling. They flew around the room in sparks of pink and blue and orange, capturing my eyes as I was unable to tear my gaze from their beauty.

Stone had pulled me close to him again. "Ella?"

I choked. "Stone."

I spun around and flung my arms around him, holding him tight. "Butterflies," I breathed.

Stone laughed softly. "Butterflies."

I pulled back from him to gaze at the beautiful sight once more, my eyes brimming up with tears. There was something so emotionally touching about the beauty of nature. Especially about butterflies. How beautiful and fragile they were, how they bury themselves in a cocoon until they emerge as new beings.

But the most beautiful thing of all was that Stone remembered.

He remembered that day.

The day I thought he forgot.

The day I had hoped he forgot.

It was not long since I had moved to New York. I had just gotten into the clubbing life, and that night was the fourth night I had been out that week. I was high out of my mind, sitting on the floor of the crowded club as my mind started to cave into itself.

And then I did something I had told myself I would not do under any circumstance.

I called Stone.

Flashback:

I groaned as the sound of pop music reverberated off the walls and straight through my ears and into my brain. I could barely see a foot in front of me, the whole room a haze. The smell of sweat and vomit clouded my senses and I felt the urge to pass out.

But despite my less-than-ideal surroundings, my mind was quiet. At peace. I couldn't feel anything, and I loved it.

"What you doin' down there?"

I struggled to lift my heavy head up to look at the man talking to me. He was rather short and stubby, his bright blue eyes staring at me intensely.

"Huh?" I slurred, confused.

He took that as an invitation to sit next to me. "I asked you why you're sitting on the floor. Seems pointless to come to a club and not dance."

"Mm..." I managed to make a sound.

"Not a talker?" He scooted closer to me.

I started to become frustrated. I was too high to react to him, but his presence was also making me slightly sober, so I was too sober to be high enough to imagine he wasn't there. I felt my heart squeeze in anxiety.