"Fae Lights Café"

After the last of my things are in the car, I take one more trip up to my dorm room to

make sure I'm not leaving anything behind. The walls of the room are bare and white, missing

the pictures and posters I had covering them. The floor looks much cleaner without my socks and

bras strewn about. There's nothing under the bed but dust and a single, metallic paper clip. I bend

over, pick up the paper clip, and shove it in my pocket.

Not a trace of me is left in this room where I've spent my last year, not a smell nor a stain.

Although I'm excited to be done with the year, I can't help but be sad about leaving this little

room. I give the room another quick glance, flick the light switch to "off," and lock the door. As

I walk down the hallway, my fingers trail against the wall. "Goodbye, Laurel Hall," I whisper. A

spider crawls out of one of the cracks in the wall and nearly touches my hand, and I scream and

pull away.

It was like the old building itself was telling me, "Fuck off."

Outside, the air is cool, a relief considering how hot and sweaty I am from moving my

things out all by myself. Mom offered to come with the step-dad, of course, but I told her not to

worry about it.

I practically skip over the wet grass to the building where I have to return my key. The

resident assistant gives me a big smile, and I give her one back. "Have a great summer," she tells

me.

"You too," I say, and I'm out the door. I have to stop myself from running out to my car,

that's how giddy I am. The semester is over. Spring is in full bloom, the moon hangs in the sky

silver and round, and I am finally free. Almost, anyway.

Once in the car, I debate whether to send my mom a text telling her I'm on my way. It'd

probably be better to text her, but I decide to give her a call instead. She'll like that.

"Hey mom," I say when she picks up.

"Lissette!" My mom's voice sounds excited. I already regret calling. "Are you on your

way home?"

"Yeah." I put the keys in the ignition and start my car. "I'm about to leave now, so…"

"Okay," my mom says. "See you soon, honey. Drive safe!"

"Uh-huh," I pause. "Love you, mom."

"Love you too," she says, and then the phone clicks and she's gone. I look up at the moon

through my windshield; I'm still good.

I take these back roads I found while exploring the area around my university. The road

twist through the woods which are what attracted me in the first place. At the end of the road

there's a cliff, and this broken down playground. I've been hanging around there a lot the past

couple of years. It's creepy, but it's got this sort of mystical feel to it. When I Googled it, I found

that kids used to play there all the time, but too many of them started disappearing. Police think

they fell off the cliff into the rocky water below. They're probably right—but I mean, who builds

a park on a cliff? Most of the time when I go there, there's nobody around. Occasionally there's a

drunk or stoned group of teenagers and it's better to just leave before cops show up. I'm heading

to the park, or, more specifically, the cliff.

Tonight I'm going to drive off the edge.

Draft 1 May 5: 04:25 A.MTo: ________@____.com(no subject)Mother,I couldn't leave a note so I'm going to send you this. Please don't think this was your fault. Everything is going to be better now. I know you're going to go over this over and over again in your head looking for the signs, thinking that you should have done something, thinking that somehow, in some way, you did this to me. You didn't do this to me. I did. I just wanted you to know that you were the best mother probably on the planet. I love you so much, don't ever doubt it.Love,

Draft 2 May 5: 04:31 A.MTo: ________@____.com(no subject)Mom,Please forgive me. I didn't want it to be like this. I didn't want to be like this. Mom, how did this happen to me?

Draft 3 May 5 05:01 A.MTo: ________@____.com(no subject)mama I cant do this anymore mama whats wrong with me mama you tried your best but your daughter is still fucked up im such s fuck up I'm sorry im sorry im sorry idont thinsk I can breathe id ont know how I can survive here im not right I ruined everything I ruin eevrything I WAS WRONG EVERYTHNG IS WRONG I don;t deserve to

Draft 4 May 5 06:14 A.MTo: ________@____.com(no subject)Sorry.

I pull my car over once I get to the park. I unbuckle my seatbelt, open the door, and stand

outside. I listen around for the voices or giggles of any teenagers that might be hiding in the

woods. I can't do it if anyone is around. If they call the police, it could ruin everything. Can't

have that.

I look around the park; the whole area is bathed in moonlight, from the broken down

slide to the rusty seesaw to the swings. For a moment, I debate going on the swings one last time.

After all, they're one of the few things that actually still work in this playground. Maybe I'll go

on for just five minutes, like a goodbye to this poor place. The silence and the swings and the

ghosts living between each blade of grass have kept me company on the worst and best nights

alike.

I'm about to sit on the swings when I realize something is off. I sniff the air. No, that can't

be right. I sniff again, wandering towards the woods.

I smell coffee.

The logical conclusion is that somebody is drinking coffee in the woods in the middle of

the night, but would it smell so strong? I follow the scent into the woods. I figure if somebody's

around, I need to know for sure. Worst case scenario, it's some crazy ax-murderer, but that would

only make my job easier. I laugh out loud at that.

Serial-killed or suicide—which is better news for friends and family?

I weave my way through the woods, carefully stepping over tree roots that I could almost

swear are reaching for me. My arm starts itching; I can feel a massive mosquito bite. God damn.

Walking through the woods at night is probably not a good idea, considering I can barely see.

And also, bugs.

Oh God, what if I walk into a giant spider web? The idea of that freaks me out more than

something more rational, like, say, encountering a bear. Or previously mentioned serial killer. Or

the death that awaits me at the bottom of the cliff.

Before I decided this, I would lie in bed, staring at the white ceiling of my dorm, and

wonder what death would be like. I have come up with only this answer: better.

Spiders, however, are not better.

I start following the coffee-smell faster, as if outrunning a silent army of the things. My

foot catches on one of the tree roots like a white girl in a horror movie, and I fall to the ground.

"Shit!" My hands crash first, protecting my face from grinding against dirt and rocks, but getting

scraped up in the process. I push myself up and wipe my hands on my tank top. I think I've got

another mosquito bite.

But the scent is so strong now that I figure I must be close to the source. I trudge on, extra

careful. The stinging in my hands is more real to me than imaginary spiders.

The trees are beginning to thin out until—what? I blink a few times, trying to

comprehend what I'm seeing.

Standing in the middle of some trees in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere

is a small café. There's a little sign on the door that reads "open" in neat, cursive handwriting.

"What is this…" I approach the building. It's hard to describe, but the place looks exactly how I

would want it to look.

I have two options. I could run away from this bizarre place, never look back, and

continue my night as planned. Or I could open the door and find out.

I open the door.

Tuesday, March 11, 2:17 PM

Tim Miller: Sorry you didn't seem to have fun at my place the other night. White people

parties must seem boring to you.

Lissette Reyes: ha.

Tim Miller: Anyway, you should come over next time I have a shindig. I promise you'll

have fun. I have friends I think you would like, and it would make Hannah happy.

Lissette Reyes: Sure.

Tim Miller: And I know there was a period of time when Hannah was coming to see me

every weekend and you barely saw her at all. So, if you see me as some sort of usurper, I

suppose that makes sense. But I like to keep good company, and I generally enjoy what you

have to say.

Tim Miller: And who knows.

Tim Miller: Maybe Hannah will get drunk and make out with you, and then we'll both win.

Lissette Reyes is offline.

Thursday, April 24, 10:45 PM

Tim Miller: Hey Lissette . Thanks for defending Hannah against that fellow.

Tim Miller: I felt me jumping in would probably make things worse, but you were spot on.

Thursday, April 24, 11:53 PM

Lissette Reyes: i would defend her from anyone

Lissette Reyes: even you

Lissette Reyes: even me.

The light is almost as blinding as the smell of the inside of the café is dazzling. It's not

just coffee anymore, but a various assortment of baked goods that could only smell better in my

dreams. When my eyes adjust, I see that the inside is even cuter than the outside. The floor is

tiled in beige with rose-colored hearts. There's six, wooden tables with four chairs to each. They

all look different enough that I can see they're handmade. Large pink ribbons adorn each chair,

and each table is covered in a white, frilly tablecloth. A counter sits near the back of the shop,

covered in plates of cookies, cupcakes, brownies, and cakes, all decorated in a variety of pastel

colors. I walk to the counter and look around, but no one is there. A door leads out to

somewhere, and I'm almost about to explore it when I see the bell sitting in front of me. "Please

ring for assistance!" is written in pink on a small sign next to the bell, along with several doodles

of hearts and flowers. I take a quick look over the empty café and ring the bell.

"Oh! Willow, a customer, a customer!" a high-pitched voice squeals. "I told you we'd get

some, I told you, but you never listen!"

A tall, woman with long, braided hair skips out from the door in a purple apron. "Hello,

friend!" she says, wearing a smile wider than the ocean. "Welcome to Fae Lights Café! My name

is Lovelynn, and I will be your server today!" She extends her hand.

"Um, hi," I say, giving her my hand. She shakes it vigorously.

She hops over the counter grinning, and for a split second I thought I saw shimmering

around her. She grabs my hand, drags me to one of the tables, and pushes me into a chair. I'm so

confused by the whole situation that I'd probably let her do whatever she wanted to me as long as

I get some sort of answer.

The cushion on the seat is so soft, it feels like my butt is resting on angel feathers and the

laughter of the alleged Baby Jesus.

"So, can I take your order? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Cookies? Apple Pie? Ice cream?

Anything you want, just ask for it!" Before I can answer, her smile disappears. "Willow!" she

hollers. "Stop being rude!" She looks back at me and she's smiling once again. "Anyway, we also

have Danishes, croissants, quiches, tortes, jelly rolls, cinnamon buns, macaroons..." She's

practically hopping around as she breathlessly goes through her list. "…rice cakes, puff pastries,

tarts—"

"I'll just have water, please," I interrupt. "Sorry."

"Oh." Lovelynn's face falls. Deflated, she heads back to the counter.

"You can't just bombard the customers without even giving them a chance to breathe," a

new voice says with a laugh. I whirl around to find the source, but there's only empty air. "Over

here."

I turn back around and scream. A tiny, brown woman is hovering over the table, with

what looks like dragonfly wings beating from her back. "You—" I push myself away from the

table, standing up so quickly the chair almost falls over. "What are you?"

"What are you?" she repeats mockingly. She giggles and flutters in circles around my

head. "What do you think I am?"

"Willow!" Lovelynn is back with a small strawberry shortcake, some brownies, and no

water. "You know you're supposed to use your glamour around humans," she says. When I look

at her again, her ears are pointed and peaking out of her hair. Something about her eyes has

changed, too.

"You two," I start, finding my voice again. "You're…"

"Married?" Lovelynn sighs, wearing a dream on her face. "Not yet. I've been trying for

decades, you know, but Willow is so stubborn—"

"No, dummy," Willow says. "She wants to know if we're fey."

"Well, of course we're fey." Lovelynn rolls her eyes. "Well, I suppose you," she points at

me, "weren't supposed to know that." She glares at Willow, who has made a throne of the hair on

top of my very perplexed head.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if she knows. She came out here to die, anyway."

"What?" I ask, jerking my head back. Willow falls off and flies over to Lovelynn's

shoulders in a huff. "How did you know that?"

"It's written all over your face," Willow says. "And your palms. Your freckles, too. The

hairs on your arms. It couldn't be any more obvious."

I sit down again, looking closely at my hands and arms. "I almost forgot," I mutter.

Lovelynn frowns, pulls up the seat across from me. "Now that you mention it, it really is

written all over her skin. What I can't see is why." The word reverberates throughout my skull

like a heartbeat.

Why. Why. Why.

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"Why not?" I say. I look at the two impossible things across from me, and I still can't find

an answer.

"After you leave here," Lovelynn begins, "is that what you're going to do?" I can't take

my eyes off hers, and she looks like she's about to cry. "But, you can't!"

"Of course she can," Willow says.

"I'm sorry." I stand up. I still can't stop staring at them, and even standing takes all my

effort. I'm feeling uneasy. "I…should go. I mean, nice place you have here, and I'm glad I saw it.

Makes me feel almost braver, now that I know that magic and everything exists." Something on

Lovelynn's face twists, but after a second I think I must have imagined it. She doesn't say

anything. "Well, bye."

I turn and start walking to the door. "You can't leave!" Lovelynn shrieks. I jump, turn to

find her standing now, but giving me a wide smile. Her teeth are sharp. "Please stay with us," her

voice is sweet. "Willow and I will take care of you forever. Until you die. It won't be that long

for us, you know, so it isn't a big deal, and we can have so much fun!" She takes a step towards

me, and I take a step back.

"Is that what you want?" Willow asks, but by her voice I can tell she doesn't care either

way.

"Oh, yes," Lovelynn sighs. "It's been so long since we've had a pet, Willow. It'll be like

having a baby, almost!" She pauses. "As long as you don't kill this one like before. You're really

so careless sometimes."

"Carless? Me? You’re the one who—"

While they're talking, I slowly inch towards the door, hoping they won't notice me. My

heart beat drums louder than my footsteps to my ears. But as I reach the doorknob, it melts away.

The whole wall twists and shrivels, as if the building itself is rotting.

"Don't leave, please," Lovelynn whispers, right next to me now. I scream. She is taller

and lankier, looming over me. With one finger, now clawed, she traces a line on my face, and I

can feel her breaking skin. "I don't want you to die."

The air that smelled so sweet before now smells of rotting flesh. I look over Lovelynn's

shoulder and see the whole façade of a cute café has melted away. Wherever we really are, it is

horrifying, blood staining the dank, dirty floor. The counter of desserts has faded into a rotting

tree trunk topped with the fly-infested corpses of—hopefully—animals long dead. I start

gagging.

"I'm sorry," Lovelynn says, tilting her head, "I didn't want you to see this. Didn't you like

what I had done with the place? Very nice, right?"

Without thinking, I slam my body against the door. It gives way, sending me crashing

into the ground. I push myself up and sprint towards the woods.

"Where are you going to go?" Lovelynn calls after me. "You'll get lost!"

I'm within the trees, cutting my speed down considerably. It's dark, and I have to watch

out for fallen tree trunks, bushes, and maybe animals. I consider taking my cell phone out of my

pocket to use the flashlight, but I decide against it. She'll find me even faster.

I look behind me: nothing but black. Maybe she won't chase me after all. I feel like I'm

going to throw up, but I force myself to keep going. Every step I take sounds like a bulldozer

coming through the forest, but there's nothing I can do about that.

"I just want us to be friends." Lovelynn's voice is all around me. "Please?"

With a sharp intake of breath, I keep moving. My foot lands in a mud puddle that won't

let it go. "No," I whisper, pulling at my foot. The branches of nearby trees sway, as if they're

reaching for me. Maybe they are.

"I won't let you out until you agree to stay with us." Her voice is behind me, sending a

chill down my spine. A breeze blows and suddenly Lovelynn is standing in front of me.

Anything human is gone from her, and she stares at me with black, almond eyes. I look around

wildly, until I remember my back pocket.

"Okay," I say, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "I'll stay with you. As long as you

want."

"Forever?" she asks.

"Forever." I hold out my hand.

"I'll need your name, then," she smiles, all pointed teeth and hunger. She takes my hand,

and I hold it tight. Her eyes widen with horror and she screams, her skin sizzling as the paper

clip burns into her hand. She tries to shake me off, but I hold on with both hands. "You bitch!"

she shrieks. She slashes at me with her other hand, cutting my face, but I don't let go. With a

roar, she kicks me hard in the stomach.

With gritted teeth, I start to crawl away. "My hand," Lovelynn moans. "You fucked up

my hand! After I was so nice to you?" I continue to crawl, even after the pain subsides. I can't

outrun her, not here, but maybe I can hide at least until dawn breaks. I move deliberately until

my hand sinks. A hole? I feel around, find that the hole is somewhat big. I crawl into it, but part

of me is still exposed. I grab leaves from the surrounding area and try to cover myself up. My

hand reaches out, finds a fallen branch. I pull it over myself. Hopefully, she won't be able to spot

me in the darkness. Assuming she can’t see in the dark. Or smell me. Or hear my breathing.

Fuck.

"You vile, vile creature," I hear her yelling. "I was going to play with you, love you!" Her

voice is getting closer; I cover my mouth. "But now you've really hurt me. So I think I really

ought to hurt you. I'll start with your hand, burn it like you've burned mine. Or maybe I'll take a

finger or two or five, stitch together a new hand for me. What do you think?" A dull pain grows

in my hand just listening to her. "We can do so much more, too." Tears burn my eyes. I didn't

think anything worse could happen, but here I am, about to be tortured for the rest of my life by a

real-life monster. Is this my punishment? Was dying the wrong choice?

"But don't worry. I won't let you die." She's almost on top of me now.

Maybe this is what I deserve. It is not enough for me to die. Maybe I've ruined too much

for anything to fix it, maybe this is my penance, maybe—

"Lovelynn! You're going the wrong way, dummy," I hear Willow say. "I think she's

hiding over there. You're sense of direction really is terrible, huh?"

"Oh, what do you know?" Lovelynn argues. "I know for a fact that I heard her come this

way."

"Clearly your big old ears aren't working right. Look, I'll show you!" Their voices grow

farther away. I let out a sob, more out of relief than anything, and once their voices are gone, I

crawl out of the hole.

"Hey." Willow flies around me in circles, purple glitter trailing behind her. "Don't

scream!" she commands, and the noise I was about to make dies in my throat. She still looks as

she did in the café, small but pretty. "Look, I've come to take you back, okay? But don't tell

Lovelynn." She flutters off.

"Why?" I asked, following her. For all I know, she's leading me into a trap, but then why

would she have sent Lovelynn in the wrong direction?

"She'll get too attached to you, and then you'll die too soon like humans always do, and

then she'll be inconsolable for half a century. It'll be a real pain. And…" she pauses, and looks

back at me wearing a serious frown. "I don't want to see her unhappy like that ever again. I love

her, you know?"

"Ah." I'm almost disappointed that her answer had nothing to do with my wellbeing, but

as we make our way through the woods, I think about what she said. Because I do know.

Somewhere under the fog suffocating my brain, there was always that feeling of love. For my

mom, for my friends, for everyone and everything and also for nothing at all. Maybe that's what

was killing me, but now when I think about the bottom of the cliff, the feeling won't leave me

alone. Willow gives me a wink.

Eventually our surroundings start to look familiar. Every now and then, Willow tells me

to stay put and whispers to a deer or rabbit to run off in whatever direction will keep Lovelynn

off our trail. Finally, the trees clear once again, and the playground is in sight.

Once out of the woods, I fall to my knees. "Thank you so much," I say, before sobs

threaten to choke me. Willow just nods, looking out at the playground.

"Kids used to play here all the time. Lovelynn loved them," she sighs. I shiver, imagining

what her love entailed. Willow flies over to me and pats me on the head. "Anyway, you better

get going and do whatever you choose to do, before she figures us out and we both get in

trouble."

"Okay," I say, rubbing my eyes. "It was…nice meeting you."

Willow laughs. "Humans are terrible liars. Goodbye, friend." As I walk towards my car,

Willow shouts, "Wait!" I stop, but I don't turn around, still afraid of what I might see. "Just so

you know, I don't see death on your face anymore."

"What do you see?"

"An answer. I see life."

Without answering, I walk to my car, open the door, put the keys in the car, and turn on

the ignition.

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LISS!!!!!! You're coming home tonight, right?!?! I miss you!<3

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Yeah, I'm coming home. I miss you too.