5 years later.
A young woman is standing on a beach, her back to the pier. Her long ebony hair floating, framing her silhouette, dressed in a long white beach dress, openwork and slit at the front. She is running one hand through her bangs, disheveled by the wind, while the other one is hold a child, with blonde curls.
-Iris, a calm voice calls from behind.
Irene, because it is her, turns towards her friend with her wavy brown hair and magnificent green eyes. Pi. The curls casually framing her oval face, the luminous makeup, the open white shirt, revealing a necklace, tight light blue jeans... she has become a beautiful woman, and an accomplished doctor.
Only Lydia is missing. Her future remains uncertain, but Iris has made herself a promise: she won't let her down. She is another victim of Claire, after all.
-Iris, do you want me to take this little creature home? Waiting is a trait that she lacks.
-That would be a good idea.
Pi slowly approaches her friend and takes the little one in her arms.
-I'm leaving again this evening. Such a meeting doesn't wait. You'll blow a kiss to Sharleen for me, right?
-Of course. Take care of yourself on the road. I wouldn't want to lose my business partner.
After a pause, she continues:
-You see her? Your sister, here, as the other kids? It's thanks to us.
-Indeed, it is. Iris, psychologist. Sharleen, in the army... and me a doctor... with a shared foundation for the kids... Who would have believed it?
-Iris!! Iris!!
Another girl, a little younger, is running towards the other two.
-Kyle is calling you.
Iris puts her arm around the youngest's shoulders and places a kiss on her forehead. Pi smiles at her and then turns to her sister and leads her towards.
Iris is going up to a modern white building, her canceling headphones on. She and the girl hurry up, as they are entering the large room filled with tatamis and people.
-Guess this time was the right one, murmurs a voice through Iris' right headphone.
-Kyle!
Amazed, she turns at the young man. In kimono, standing, a golden medal shines at his neck. But not as bright as his smile.
-Kyle...
-Yeap, that is me.
Irene theatrically shakes her head, overwhelmed with joy.
-This time... and this girl, she finally replies a mischievous smile on her lips as a little brunette os walking towards them, with her magnificent blue eyes, dressed in white pants and a red top. Sharleen. Her short hair down, still wet from her shower, she looks beautifully powerful. Seeing Kyle standing there, she rushes over to him and grabs his free hand in both of hers. Iris slowly moves away, leaving the two engaged. After many outbursts, many difficulties, including judiciary ones, these two have finally gotten back together, Iris thought. So much better.
-Aunt Iris, Aunt Iris!
The little blonde girl, about 5 years old, who had lead Iris, rushes back into her arms. Emilie's daughter.
-Are we going to eat ice cream?
Iris nods. She observes with joy the smile pf the child.
Of her child. The daughter she had always wanted and never had from Como, but that the Nature had eventually given to her.
Even Angels get hurt.
But even if they do.
They find their path back to the right way, back to each other.
They find their Do.
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Even Angels get hurt
Action"But then, what have you in common with the child of five whose photograph your mother keeps on the mantelpiece? Nothing, except that you happen to be the same person." George Orwell _________________________________________________________________...
