My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

[Oh my gosh, guys, I did some digging, and Xan really got accepted into Crestwood Research Institute. And she topped her field too!] [This is it, game over, Xan’s leaving the scene. What are we, her millions of fans, gonna do now?] 

[Help, I thought today was gonna be all smiles, and then boom! A thunderclap out of nowhere. No more fangirling over pictures, no more binge–watching series, no more shipping. My whole joy just poofed!] 

[I’m so tom, I’m moved she’s chasing her dreams, leaving everything behind to start anew. That’s our Xanthea. But it hurts even more now, liking her so much and knowing I won’t see her anymore!] 

[Stepping away from the spotlight, leaving behind the flowers and applause, for a path filled with thorns and solitude in research? What kind of angel is she? Maybe we were the ones holding her back from a wider world she deserves!] Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

[I genuinely want to wish her the best, but I also wish I could see her every day. It’s so hard to find a star I truly like, and now, can’t she just pop up in the public eye from time to time?] 

[Let’s not be too sad, guys. Didn’t Xan say we might meet in a different place, in a different way? Who knows, she might become a major star in the science world!] 

[Ah?? Then I’d be over the moon with pride!] 

[What do we do when our idol’s too perfect? Wanted by every field, Xan, you can’t just lead us on and then ditch us!] 

The live stream chat was a flood of fans” laments, the app nearly crashing from the surge of viewers, unitil the host managed to calm things down. 

Xanthea’s serious face slowly broke into a smile as she untied the shimmering silver ribbon from her wrist, 

“How about I show you guys a little magic trick?” 

“Magic?” 

“What kind of magic?” 

“Why magic all of a sudden?* 

The camera focused on Xanthea’s hands as she spread the ribbon, waving it lightly. Sparkles fell from the silver ribbon like a shower of beautiful shooting stars, and behind them suddenly appeared a stunning purple iris. 

“Wow!” 

“So beautifull” 

“I had no idea she could do magic!” 

The venue erupted in cheers and applause. 

“Xan’s got this up her sleeve? I never knew.” Samuel was halfway through his excitement when something fell off. 

Xan loved irises, but rarely touched purple ones. She said purple irises represented love and shouldn’t be given lightly. Yet now a purple–iris in her hand. 

As he pondered, a song began to play softly over the venue speakers, 

*Clouds chasing dreams across the sky, fish chasing dreams through the sed on that familiar little path, I’m chesir 

balloons, chasing dreams after light, chasing dreams after you? 

“Why did the music start all of a sudden? 

Te pretty good!