Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty-eight

Fred put down the Dorothy in his arms and looked at their home. What about their home? It has long been turned into a ruin, lying lonely on the quiet street, waiting for them to collect the body for it.

"How did it become like this?" Dorothy covered her mouth and cried even more sadly.

She ran to the bar, but she didn't know what she should do to save everything now. She could only stand helplessly in front of the house and look at the burned house with silent tears.

"Fred, that's our home..." Dorothy wiped the tears flowing to her cheeks, turned her head to look at Fred, and suddenly opened her mouth wide and shouted in horror, "Fred!"

Fred behind her smiled gently at her, just like Raphael's smile on her every morning. I didn't expect him to have such a smile. Dorothy was petrified in an instant, her body could not move at all, and her brain could not respond to the current situation at all.

In Fred's mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out and dripped to the ground. The wounds caused by the cross on his body were expanding infinitely, revealing the dark sky behind him. The dissipated body gradually turned into powder, gray powder, mixed with wind and snow, floating in the night sky.

He looked at her sadly, stretched out his hand and reached out to her, as if inviting her.

She forgot that Fred hadn't invited her to dance at the party!

She wiped her tears, which covered her eyes and made her unable to see Fred clearly. She stretched out her hand, but she couldn't touch his slender fingers. Suddenly, the wind and snow blew away the last image of him in the world.

It's gone...

Nothing is seen...

Fred hasn't had time to dance the last dance with her. How could everything become like this?

Dorothy slowly squatted down, hugged her knees, and cried in a low voice. She really couldn't adapt to the rapid change in front of her. Obviously, before today, she was still with Raphael and Fred, and today...

It seemed that after crying for a long time, Dorothy was able to stand up and look at the ruins that used to be her own home.

She suddenly remembered the family portrait, the family portrait of herself. If she wants to find it, she must find it. That was their last memory for her.

She opened the wood and finally saw the photo.

The white photo frame has become dirty and black, the glass on the photo frame has been broken, and even the photo has creases.

She squeezed her mouth and stubbornly wanted to make it flat with her small hands, but tears broke the embankment again.

She may really be a disaster star. It's because of her that she brought so much trouble to Raphael and Fred. If only she died on that Christmas night, why didn't she die?

Suddenly, the sound of wings stirring the wind came from behind her. Dorothy turned her body doubtfully and couldn't help opening her mouth wide. She wanted to scream, but the voice was blocked in her throat and could not make any sound.

So...what is that?

Black monster, ugly face, two pointed horns on the head, long tusks exposed from the outside of the lips, the huge body is covered with black scales, the black nails are slender, and there is a black tail, even the wings are no exception black, only the blood-red eyes It is still gentle and can be recognized at a glance. This is Raphael who gets along with her day and night.

He fell heavily on the ground and regained his human form. It was really Raphael!

"La...Rafael..." Dorothy is very ashamed of her fear. After all, he is a person who gets along with herself day and night and is regarded as a family member, but what about herself? But I'm afraid of him! How ridiculous! While accusing herself, she still couldn't move her footsteps.

"Dorothy..." Raphael smiled gently at her, which was very far-fetched. His stomach was torn apart by Claude's hateful guy, and his left arm was also broken. It seemed that he was really not as good as Claude.

He coughed, coughed out a lot of blood, and splashed on the white snow. He stood with his intact arms and leaned against the door frame that had not fallen in the bar, gasped with difficulty.

He once thought that Dorothy would come to help him, but she didn't. She tried her best to restrain her deep fear, and he could see it.

He took a short break before he said, "I'm sorry."

Such sincere eyes...

Why, why do you say sorry to yourself?

Dorothy wanted to cry again. He held the photo in his arms tightly and lowered his head. If she didn't want to see more, she dared not look at Raphael.

He gasped in pain, held the door frame and stood up tremblingly, wiped the blood on his lips with his fingers, and opened his arms to her: "Doros, come here, okay?"

"Raphael..." Dorothy cried and ran to him. Suddenly, her feet softened. What did she see? There was a thick black fog behind Raphael's body, and the pale face was exposed. Isn't it Claude? Dorothy has a hunch that Raphael will die, and Raphael will definitely die!

She took a deep breath, and an inexplicable force forced her to roar out: "Raphael!"

But it was too late. Claude's hand cruelly passed through Raphael's chest, and a big mouthful of blood donation came out of his mouth. Claude smiled elegantly at Dorothy and slowly pulled his hand out of Raphael's chest. Raphael suddenly grabbed Claude's hand to pull out with his intact right hand and roared loudly at Dorothy with his last strength: "Dorothy! Run!"

More blood flowed out of his mouth, and Dorothy was frightened, and her feet could not move at all.

"Brother, do you have to do this for her?" Claude lowered his eyes and said, "I just... want to reunite with my family."

Raphael couldn't hear what Claude was saying. His eyes, ears, thoughts, and body organs were all condensed on Dorothy alone.

Run...

Run away...

He shouted sadly in the bottom of his heart. He had no strength, and he was about to drag Claude.

Dorothy seemed to be able to hear his heart. She turned her head and ran forward crazily, and tears fell back along the wind and snow.

Raphael pulled the corners of his mouth, as if smiling, and as if mocking his incompetence. The hand holding Claude gradually loosened and drooped weakly. His body could no longer support it. He fell down softly and closed his black eyes at ease.

Really...reassuring...

What will happen to Dorothy in the future?

Will you be with Pierre?

Will there be a good school?

He still has many questions, but he never has a chance to see the development and ending of the story.

The bell of "Dangdang" came from the distance. It's twelve o'clock. Dorothy is seventeen years old. The best gift she has received this year is to learn how to escape in a critical moment.

This is really a great lesson.

Drops of bright red blood fell on the snow, writing the tragic ending of Raphael and Fred.

As for the ending of Dorothy, who knows?

She was just a bright meteor, which happened to fall into the hands of Raphael and Fred. She was regarded as a treasure by them and held by them on the branch.

- Dorothy, you are a rare meteor, and you are the best.

The End

I don't know when my daughter fell asleep. The woman covered her with a quilt and put the book on the desk. Her fingers paused for a moment before opening the drawer and taking out a photo that was not only yellow but also obviously creased. There was a cute little girl with red hair and red eyes on it. Her name was Dorothy. .

The woman's eyes couldn't help but burst into tears. She gently covered her mouth and sobbed in a low voice.

She seemed to be back to the 16-year-old girl. She watched the most important people in her life go away from her one after another, like a meteor in the sky. She passed away, but there was nothing she could do.

Maybe a person will have a beautiful love in this life, and maybe there will be a glorious day in their life, but without the help of friends, you can only be an unknown ordinary person.

Well, that's all for our story. Everything is over. As for Dorothy's final ending, well, it's as mysterious and wonderful as a meteor. See you again!

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