Ephemeral

Ephemeral

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Genre: Romance

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Her life was one black of a pit, deepening every single day. She kept falling down like dear Alice, but never really end up in Wonderland and the people she's met were never the right kind of crazy. Faceless souls chased her everywhere, but when you live with something for long enough, you just get used to it and so did she.
LGBT community will be (at least I hope so) pleased. It's a slowburn. Enjoy!
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Summary

Her life was one black of a pit, deepening every single day. She kept falling down like dear Alice, but never really end up in Wonderland and the people she's met were never the right kind of crazy. Faceless souls chased her everywhere, but when you live with something for long enough, you just get used to it and so did she.
LGBT community will be (at least I hope so) pleased. It's a slowburn. Enjoy!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Farewell

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Submitted: April 05, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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„There, there... everything is going to be all right."

Amelie Vanlott patted the back of her grandchild, Millie, who temporarily lost the ablity to see clearly because of the tears formed in her eyes.
They stood by the window in a sunlit kitchen with a view on a beautiful orchard. Trees seemed to be glowing in late afternoons and that day it showed even more glory as if the nature knew and wanted to say goodbye on it's own.
Millie loved everything about this place, even teary-eyed. It depicted its splender by a group of little blurred rainbows and lights projecting into her vision. She took a deep breath and tried to supress the rain, which could begin to fall at any second.
„Oh, come here, butterfly." Amelie said softly and pulled her into a warm embrace, attacking her granddaughter's emotions hard enough to break down her inner barriere.
Millie's eyes shut and a first few tears escaped, rolling all the way down, until it disappeared into Amelie's dotted cardigan.
She held the broken girl so tight, wanting to give her a feeling of comfort, reassure her she is not alone in this whole wide world.
Millie was holding onto her with as much strength, swallowing the sobs down her hurting throat. She wanted to remember this moment. All of their moments spent together. Like a real family.
„Can I stay here forever, grandma?" she asked, even though the answer was clearer than the air itself.
„If that would be possible, Millie, dear, you know that me and your grandfather would be the happiest people who ever walked this Earth." said Amelie, pulling away and taking the hands of her granddaugter into her own. „But you have to go back. And even though, it is not going to be easy, you have to fight with all your strength!"
„What if I don't have all it takes? What if you... what if I am not that strong?" asked Millie.
„But child, of course you are strong enough. Much stronger than you think. And you know why?"
asked Amelie with a slight smile on her wise face. „Because you, Lavinia Emilie Sawyers, you took after me!"

Outside the house, on a small road softly puffed the engine of a tiffany blue beettle. Next to the car, a traveling backpack and a much smaller shoulder bag were waiting to be placed into the trunk.
Charles Vanlott was just about to grab them, when he remembered the little box laid on a table in his workroom.
„Oh dear..." he murmured to himself and swiftly jogged back to the little hut in the garden, covered by wild ivy. He opened the door, causing a small amount of dust to dance in sunrays. He skimmed the wooden table placed right below the cut up window. The surface was covered with steel string wires he forgot to put away the day before. His eyes roamed over the messy space until he spotted the thing he was looking for. Near the eye loupes a simple wooden box laid on top of an extra canvas he bought for Millie two month ago.
He took the item into his hands, grabbed a beautiful piece of bright green cloth hanging nearby and wrapped it all around the box. After he was finnished and quite satisfied with his work, he turned his back to the mess, promising himself, he'd get right into cleaning the room first thing tomorrow and ran back to the car.
There, he placed the little package into his bag hanging of the car's door. Charles took a glance at his wrist watch and realised it's probably time to go. He carefully put the baggage into the trunk and closed it with a loud sound.
„Amillie!" he half shouted, putting the two names together, the nickname he came up with this summer, when they were sitting by the fire, eating grilled apples. „All is set."
He watched as his wife and his granddaughter came out of the open door of their house and started to walk toward him hand in hand. Suddenly he felt a knot in his throat, signalizing, it's going to take much more strenght than he thought having to say goodbye to the girl.
Charles turned around, trying to get control of his emotions, unhooked his bag and got into the car.
He heard the soft whisper of his wife: „I'm going to miss you so so much, my angel. Take care of yourself, promise me that." As his eyes found them once again, a crushing weight fell upon his chest. The beautiful face of his wife was glowing with tears. He quickly turned away and coughed.
„I'll try my best." Millie answered, pulling away from an embrace. As she walked over, to take a seat, next to her grandpa, Amelie came closer to the open window and said: „She'll be okay, Charles. I know she will..." she reassured her husband, because she too could see his repressed emotions. "Drive safely." she added and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
„„Don't worry, dear." he answered nodding and putting on a tiny glimpse of a smile.
Amelie took one last look at Millie, mouthing the words I love you and the car moved.
„God be with you, child." she said out loud, looking at the disappearing dot in the distance.

„Cliff or Frank?" asked Millie's grandfather.
„Neither, grandpa" she answered looking out of the window at the last remainings of sun rays glowing through the tops of trees.
„Cliff or Frank I ask!" he repeated in a deeper voice, trying to imitate Leonard Cohen, which never failed to make Millie smile. Not even now.
Her lips curled a little and said in a much softer, although trying to sound similarly, tone."Cliff!"
„Cliff it is then." they laughed at the same time and Charles put the music on.
The sound of Cliff Richard's voice filled the swishing air. Soft wind blowing through the half open windows and a beautiful scenery in front of them made Millie emotional over again.
„Grandpa, what am I going to do without our weekly road-trips.", she shouted over Cliff's singing.
By road trips she meant those days they were driving to the local market's place for fresh supplies of all kinds of fruit and vegetable. While they were driving, grandpa used to play for her all sorts of songs by Frank Sinatra, Edith Piaf, Louis Armstrong and many others. At first, Millie just motionlessly sat in a seat, clutching the seatbelt. But after a while, she started to awaken a little. Forgetting about her demons for a while. After a month, she knew all of the songs by heart and she and her grandpa were singing together, over the perfect voices of the artists. They couldn't care less they were almost always off key. They were just having a good time and it was exactly what Millie needed. No magic pill would have ever had such an effect on her than those two months spent at her grandparent's place.
„No nostalgia allowed!" her grandfather replied. „No comb and no toothbrush, I've got nothing to haul, I'm carryin' only a pocketful of dreams, a heart full of love and they weigh nothin' at aaaaall." he started singing and Millie couldn't help but genuinly laughed.

The rest of the journey they just sang and laughed. Charles couldn't have done it any other way. He wanted to give his granddaughter the best ride home.
The clocks were running like crazy, gradually the music stopped and their voices got silent. Millie knew they could be there at any second and really, she spotted the wires and a small building, the train station, in no time. She felt more uncomfortable the closer they got.
She remembered the day three months ago, when she departed. Millie would have never guessed, she'd grow into loving this place so much, but here she was, anxious to leave.
Finally, the car stopped and Charles unbuckled the seat belt. „I am going to buy you the train ticket, I'll be right back." he said.
Millie merely nodded and kept looking in front of herself. While her grandfather was away, all kinds of creepy thoughts started to occupy her mind. She's going to be alone again. Without an iron pillars which were her grandparents. She felt a knot in her throat, but tried to control herself.
She saw the tall figure of Charles Vanlott coming back to her. He opened the door and got back into the car. „Before I let you go, my sunshine, me and your grandma would like to give you something little." he said, smiling with his bright blue eyes. He picked up his bag, untied it and took out the little package he's almost forgotten at home.
„Grandpa..." started Millie.
„No, don't say anything. Just put it in your bag and open when you're feel... you know, when you feel like needing us." he said quietly.
„Well, then I should open it right now." she said not looking at the box, but searching for her grandfathers eyes.
He looked at her and without a word he wrapped an arm around Millie's shoulder and squeezed it. She put her head on his shoulder and they stayed like this, completely silent for a while.
Then they've heard an announcement for the departing train. Charles coughed, put the little box into Millie's hand, got out of car and took out Millie's stuff. She followed him to the trunk and put the heavy backpack on her back.
„I'm gonna miss you so much, grandpa." she whispered as she wrapped her hands around him, feeling the safety which comes only with a grandfatherly hugs. Her eyes started to water as he squeezed her to him.
„I'll miss you too, sunshine. Off you go, you don't want to miss the train." he urged her.
„Well, technically..." she started, but was cut of by his smile.
He put the ticket into her other hand as the sound of the train started to be heard nearby.
„Call us anytime you'll need." he added.
„I will. Thank you for everything. I don't even..."
„That's all right. Thank you, too." he said
„For what?"
„You'll find out one day, sunshine... Your train is here." he said as the sound grew louder until the unbearable scratching of the brakes filled the air.
Millie quickly hugged him once more and with a hurting heart took a first few steps into her old life.


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