บท 50: Chapter 50

I was standing in a beautiful sunlit garden, facing a tall round fountain. The sky above was deep blue, filled with puffy white clouds, and the normal-looking grass was littered with friendly daisies.

I wasn't in Chimera anymore, that much was obvious.

Across from the fountain, two wide and low wooden chairs sat underneath the comforting shadow of a tree, and a couple of feet away, a blue and white picnic blanket was spread on top of the bladed grass. I walked, circling the fountain, and froze with a clench in my heart because of what I spotted sitting on the edge. Buffy.

Since the central pillar of the fountain was thick, I hadn't been able to see her from behind. She was wearing a yellow summer dress, its flowy skirt stopping below her knees, and a book was splayed wide open in her hands. This Buffy didn't look pain-stricken or sad like I'd expected; this Buffy was radiant and content. Could have Andras been right?