Something bright flickered between the hazy dark trees, sending a glare of light towards Renée just like a lens flare. Was somebody there? Was she being followed? Bormes Les Mimosas was a small town where even the air whispered, and Renée wished her departure to be as quiet as possible. She wanted to enter the carriage of death willingly, and silently like the hushed footsteps of a runaway princess, whose glass crown had broken into a million shards piercing her skin, and Renée wanted eternal anaesthesia from the ache. The more unnoticed, the better, without imparting her loved ones pain. She couldn't risk being seen, and so, she went into the trees to find the source.
She pushed a few leafy branches out of her sight to find a balloon.
One yellow freaking balloon.
It was made of helium, which had a shiny texture resulting in the beam of light she had seen. It was tied to one of the oak branches with a thread, gingerly, to avoid any sharp thorns. It was a little deflated, indicating its about two day age. She looked closely, her eyes narrowing, and peculiarly, there was something inside the balloon. It was a creased, tiny roll of white paper.
Was it a note?
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One Balloon Away
Fiksi RemajaJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
