P.S. Destroy

Tragedy

Ivy's POV

"Ivy? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I can't see his face for my tears. "Please stop crying! Everything will be okay. Please listen to me." I'm still feeling powerless and now I'm feeling emotionally drained too.

Slowly the tears start to end. There are none to cry anymore. I've cried all the tears I had. I can't believe that he's gone. Why world why? The words he whispered in my ear just before he saved me from the ard echo around in my head. You will become a great queen and I couldn't be prouder of you. I will wait for you. You're my one and only love. The words make me want to cry again and a few small tears push through.

"Ivy please listen to me!" Why can't he just shut up? "Ivy, answer me!"

"STOP IT NICK! HE'S GONE! CAN'T YOU SEE ANDREW'S GONE!" I scream up in Nick's face and he looks shocked. I have never spoken to him this harshly. Heck, I've never spoken to anyone like this! "Don't you get it? He's dead. He's gone..." I want to cry but I have no tears left.

"Please Ivy listen to me.. He's not gone."

"Yes he is! I saw him die!" Why is nick trying to lie to me? I thought he cared for me. Nick takes my drenched cheeks in his hands and forces me to look him dead in the eye.

"Listen to me." His tone makes me stop trying to get away from his grip. "His body may have ended it's journey in this world but his soul lives on in this realm. You will be able to meet him again. I promise." Nick's expression softened. "Now I need to get you to a safer place. You'll be okay."

"Will I get my strength back?" My voice conveys how anxious I am better than I wanted it to.

"Yes, don't worry about anything. I'm sorry for what will happen next but I need to do this so that I can get you to safety easier." I don't understand what he meant by that because he leans in to kiss me but a millisecond after his lips touch mine my mind goes blank and I manage to curse him once before everything goes black.

When I open my eyes I see a shimmering white fabrik draped over whatever I'm lying on. I sit up slowly and look around the room. I'm lying on one of the most beautiful beds I've ever seen. The bed cover is as white as snow but it has gorgeous embroideries at the hem in all the colours of the rainbow and the white fabric I saw is draped around the entire bed creating kind of a safe cocoon around it.

The room on the other side of the fabric is beautiful too. The walls are painted a calming shade of light blue shifting slightly to turquoise. The room isn't big and it doesn't have other furniture than the bed and a table with mirrors, a chair and a cupboard. They are all as beautiful as the bed, all made of rosewood with beautiful carvings looking like different small flowers. On the table stands two beautiful boxes, they too made of rosewood.

Where am I? Why am I here? What happened? Why does my face feel slightly swollen?

The door opens slowly and a familiar face walks in.

"How are you feeling?" Mimosa asks as she walks to the bed. She pulls the fabric out of the way and sits down on the big beds edge. She smiles softly.

"Yeah I feel okay. But what happened? And where am I? Why is my face swollen?" Mimosa helps me up from the bed and over to the table with mirrors without a word. I look at my own reflection and know exactly what has happened. But why was I crying so much?

"You're in the palace. Your competition has ended and it's soon time for your coronation. It's only a week until then." Mimosa explains. I remember something I read in a note a few weeks earlier.

"So does that mean I've been asleep for two weeks?" I ask. Mimosas reflection in the mirror nods and I feel scared. "What happened for me to fall into a coma-like-state again? Does my mother know? What about Lauren and Alex and my friends?" As I go through all my friends reactions to my disappearance in my head I suddenly remember what happened. How is my face still swollen? I feel new tears starting to push through.

"Time doesn't work the same way here as it does in the normal human world. In their world it has only been a few days and they all know what has happened, even your mother and Lauren and your other friends who weren't magicals. Your face isn't really swollen, it's just how your brain made it seem so that you would remember him." Mimosa says as if she would have read my thoughts.

"Andrew really is dead, isn't he?" I manage to get through my tears.

"Only his body is, you will meet his ghost multiple times in the future I assure you. Now you should get changed because the queen wants to meet you." Mimosa smiles encouragingly. I nod slowly. I don't really understand what Mimosa meant by "meeting his ghost" but I have a feeling everything might turn out okay.