This day, Alessia left her home early. It was still night. She was heading toward the city's parc.
Everything was silent. The wind made her long black hair float in the air. Alessia sitting on a bench looked to the night sky, wistful. She whispered : « Sorry mom, sorry Stella. »
In her hand, she was holding a letter, a piece of paper with her handwriting, that would surely upset the life of her family. But it was too late to step back and to abandon.
Thus, Alessia stood up and went home. She left the letter on her desk and put a magnificent flower above it. She then left the way she came.
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Maëva was lucky to be the mother of two young and beautiful daughters. Her firstborn Alessia was a 16 years old high schooler her second daughter was 13 and was called Stella.
Like as usual, Maëva cooked the breakfast for her daughters who were going to school. She let the delicious smell of food wake her daughters up and then went to wake them herself.
Therefore, she went to wake them up. She first awoke Stella, the one who woke up more easily. She then entered Alessia's room. It was quiet. The silence seemed abnormal to Maëva. She opened the curtains wide and found the room without any trace of its owner. Another detail seemed strange to Maëva. The bedroom was clean, tidied up, not as usual. She then noticed a flower on her daughter's desk. It was a rose with golden petals. It was sparkling brilliantly on the morning sunlight. Maëva took it and saw the letter the flower was covering.
The letter was the most normal one. But Maëva was afraid to open it. What was she going to discover ? What did her daughter want to tell her ?
She took a deep breathe and opened the letter. She read attentively each word and each sentence and her tears began to flow. Stella came into the bedroom. When she saw the cleanliness of the room, she understood her sister was gone. She walked toward her mother and hugged her, whispering to her :
« Don't worry, everything will be okay. »
Yet, Stella knew that the worst was to come.