The Academy

Sixty One

Rose:

       Tink’s grandma drifted away peacefully and I felt tears stinging my eyes, even though I knew her for only a brief time I knew she was a kind and loving person. Tink retreated into her grandma’s old room and I walked in.

        “Go away.” she said to a shimmering figure and I looked at it. “The fairies would like to do a ceremony.” it repeated and I sat down on the bed next to her, putting my hand on her shoulder. She was silent, and I looked at the figure. “I think Tinkerbell would love that.” The figure nodded and said in an ethereal voice, “When the moon rises and the sun sets it will commence outside.” I nodded and it disappeared.

        “Come here.” I told Tink and she hugged me, I sighed, “I’m not going to say I understand how you feel, I never lost a grandparent, but I’m here.” “Thanks.” she whispered and I nodded, holding her tight.

        Most of the time when it came to things like this, just showing that you’re there for a person is better than talking it out. And I didn’t want to jack something up so I looked at her. “How about we get ready for tonight? Remember the good, not mourn for her?” Tink shrugged, and I sighed. “Would it make you feel better if you dressed me up?” A small smile played on her mouth and she shrugged, “We could give it a shot.” she admitted and I smiled too, “Let’s get to it. You have dresses in your closet?”

        Peter stood in the doorway, “I never would have guess in a million years that those words would come out of your mouth.” he said with a laugh and I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulders as I passed him going to Tink’s old room.

        A fine layer of dust was covering everything in the room and I reminisced about the time I first came here.

        I looked out the window and sighed, the sun seemed to be setting already, either days were getting shorter or time had sped up.

        Tink and I got ready, each of us trying to keep the mood light. Tink had given me a little black dress with tiny spaghetti sleeves, and came to my knees, my hair was in a small french brain and light make up. Also some kitten heels because gods know I couldn’t move in stilettos.

She was wearing a black dress too, a strapless one that came half between her thighs and knees.  Little curls in her hair and perfect make up were also part of that combo.

We walked out and I put my hand on her shoulder, Peter took her hand and Jace did the same with me.

The sun was just dipping below the horizon, lighting up the night sky and treetops, giving everyone an amber and red glow. I lied my head on Jace’s shoulder and he squeezed my hand.

“You ready?” I asked Peter and Tink, and They nodded, both of them on the verge of tears too.

“We’ll be okay.” Peter said, sounding like he was trying to believe it himself. I sure hope so.