Chapter 3.25: Beautiful Nightmare


“You don’t have to go through with this, Evalace.” Montgomery insisted, for what must have been the hundredth time.


“Oh, but I do.” Evalace whispered, menacingly. “It’s what keeps me immortal, as you are well aware. You agreed to this, you knew all along what would happen.”


“But you don’t have to be immortal. We could grow old together. Live real lives. You have me.” Montgomery pleaded.


“Pfft-you?” Evalace scoffed. “You alone aren’t going to keep me alive forever.Your first born, however, will. If you ever want even a chance with me, that’s the price you pay.”

Many years ago, Evalace Wisteria found a way to live forever. A potion, if you will. Unfortunately, the last of the ingredients of that potion was very rare and hard to come by. She needed the first born child of a  reawakened couple. She brought Montgomery to life for this reason. Montgomery soon fell deeply in love with Evalace, and agreed to her horrific arrangement involving Donna and himself, in hopes to win Evalace’s love.


Every night it happens.


My vision hazy, my heart naive. I wander into a beautiful open landscape, filled with flora of magnificent shapes, sizes and colors. My happy place.


Then all of a sudden, she’s there, in my arms. Nothing is wrong in the world.


I can feel her presence, smell her skin, see her smile.




It all just feels so real.


But it’s not. It’s not real. It’s just my deepest desires projected onto my mind. Every night I have these dreams now, and every morning I wake up, and everything is gone.

It’s been so long since she’s been gone, but the pain feels so brand new. It just never gets any easier. My family finds it so hard to understand. Especially Salem. She just sees it as “moping around all day” and I can’t say she’s wrong.

I’ve always enjoyed being alone, but now I prefer to just avoid people altogether.


The plans to resurrect my father are now in full force. My mother has agreed to join the Crumplebottom Sisters, My aunts, and my sister in the effort to bring him back. From the looks of it, this resurrection is going to need a lot of powerful witches.


As the heir of our legacy, I volunteered to set everything up, as far as trips, transportation, that kind of stuff, but decided ultimately to stay home and let the rest of my family handle this. I just don’t have the ability to stay focused on such an important job like this, I’d only get in the way.


When my family left, I finally had the house to myself. I was free to roam around the house in nothing but my underwear, sobbing as loudly as I pleased.

That night was particularly rough, as I eagerly waited for sleep to wash over me. Between my racing thoughts and lingering heat from the day, falling asleep was nearly impossible. I just wanted to see her.

And just as I finally began to drift off…


Almost giving me a heart attack, Clementine bursts open my bedroom door, in what I assume is over eager attempt to find Salem.


“Clementine, what are you doing here?” I panicked, stumbling to my feet to find the nearest article of clothing.


“Hey, Lo!” She exclaimed. “I didn’t miss her, did I?”

“Ha.. Yeah, sorry. She left a few hours ago. You’re welcome to stay until she comes back in a few days.” I offered. “You can..uhh.. you can go ahead and just use Kirsten’s room, I guess.” I said, awkwardly trying to usher her out of my room so that I could dress myself in privacy.


“Oh my gosh, Lo. Have you been crying?” She asked, after noticing the redness in my face and eyes. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Clem, just have a lot on my mind. I’ll be okay. Thank  you though, Clementine.” I rambled hesitantly, trying to brush it off.


“You know what?” She said. “You need a drink. Let’s get out of here! What do you say?”


“I don’t know if that’s the best idea right now, Clem.”

“But it’s still an idea! After all this time, you still never celebrated being over 21 yet. Hurry up and get dressed. We’re going out. You can spill all of your sorrows, it’ll be good for you.”


The night rolled on and the both of us had a few drinks too many, so my brain became a little blurry. Clementine and I had a long discussion. I told her about my dreams, and how I can’t get Donna out of my mind.


“My heart feels like it’s been shattered into a million tiny pieces.” I sulked.


 Clementine chuckled softly. “I know the feeling. My heart’s been shattered before too.”

Then it dawned on me. How could I have been so insensitive and  and oblivious? I was the one to break Clementine’s heart and here I am, spending the entire night drunkenly complaining about my problems.


“Jesus, Clementine. I’m so sorry.” I said, burying my face into my palm. “I didn’t realize…”

“Yellow, no!” She protested. “That was so long ago, It’s all water under the bridge now. Really I’m fine.”


She said she was fine, but I could hear her voice cracking as she spoke.

“It’s just, bringing up all these painful emotions of the past, you know…”

Her words made me cringe with guilt. Although she was trying to comfort me, it made me feel even worse.

“I can’t believe I did that to you, Clem… Just so I could be the heir. I’m the worst-”
“It’s okay!” She smiled. “How about a hug, yeah?”


Even clumsier than usual, I brought myself to my feet and embraced her. I was surprised that she was being so forgiving. Despite how long ago it was, she was one of my best friends and I broke her heart. It wasn’t fair.


I wish I could say I finished apologizing, but by that point I must have attempted at least eight more.


“Look, Lo.” She began, taking my hands. Her palms were clammy and her glassy eyes were almost intimidating as she peered right into mine. “Like I said, it was so long ago. There’s nothing to apologize for, anymore. I know exactly why you couldn’t be with me. and I’ve always known that. No hard feelings, okay? I’m over you now, you’re one of my best friends, and I know when you find the one, you’ll be an amazing heir.”

I finally smiled again. I found Clementine’s compassion and forgiveness so beautiful. She is beautiful…

“So that means you’re like, over over me? Like completely?” I awkwardly joked, half-joked. “No chance for a jerk like me in the future?”


A blunt laugh escaped Clementine’s lips and I could have sworn I saw her blush.

“Well, Yellow.. No one really knows what the future hol-“


In the heat of the moment and what some might interpret a momentary lapse of sanity, I crashed my lips into Clementine’s lips, or at least in that general vicinity.



It took her a second to really process what just happened. I don’t even think I was sure what really happened.


She then playfully took my hands. “See? I told you this would be good for you!” She giggled.


The next thing I knew, the two of us were at my house, intensely kissing on the couch.


As things progressed, I briefly paused for consent.

“Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

“Yeah, totally.” She breathed.


“I’ve been… spending all this time… dwelling on Donna…” I whispered in between kisses and heavy breaths.


“When you’ve been here…all along…I don’t need to be the heir…”


“Wait, stop.” She blurted. I hurled my self off of her and she sat up.


“What’s wrong? Are you okay? I questioned. Was I talking to much? I should have shut up, I can shut up-“


“No, you’re fine. It was fine, you were great, Yellow, I just.” She trailed off, her voice shaky and worrisome.


She stood to her feet and I followed. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” She said, “I don’t want to do this.”

“That’s fine, I- It’s okay, we can stop.” I said. I wanted to know so badly what changed her mind, but I didn’t want her to think she owed me an explanation. “Is everything okay?”


“You still love her, Yellow.” She said.

My stomach churned.

“But I..” I was at loss for words. She was right.


“And I don’t want you to give up your position as the heir, Lo. Your parents gave that to you for a reason. Salem can’t be the heir.”

I was quiet for a moment. “Salem is more qualified than me Clem, really…”


“But she just can’t. It was meant for you all along. You and Donna are meant to be. You need to get her back, Yellow. This is a mistake. I’m nobody’s second option.”

“Plus I..” She mumbled.

“You what?”


“I kind of… Have someone I’m kind of in love with, I just…” She confessed.

“Oh.” My stomach flipped once more as rejection sank in once again. My mind ran through all of the stories she tells me and I remembered one of her other best friends, that Ghost fellow from Appaloosa Plains, and then it all just clicked.


“I understand. I hope things work out with you and him.” I sighed, taking a seat on the couch.

“I need to get some air.” She explained, as she walked out the back door.

I sat there, defeated, as I thought about what Clementine said. I imagined all of the ways I could try to get Donna back, and all the ways they would all fail. Of course I still loved Donna. But she didn’t want me, and there was nothing I could do to change that, no matter what.


With tears streaming down her face, Clementine pulled out her phone and made a call.

“Salem? I know you’re busy but we need to talk..” She began.

“I think I’m in love with you…”

9 thoughts on “Chapter 3.25: Beautiful Nightmare

  1. As much as I always liked the idea of Clem and Lo eventually ending up together, the idea of Clem getting with Salem, has been gradually growing on me since you first started teasing us with it!

    Now all we need to do is getting Donna back nice and safe! I have a feeling bad times will be in store for her if she stays with Monty for much longer 😦

    Great chapter! ❤

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    • I think I felt the same way over the long process of writing this story. Lo and Clem will always have a connection, but Salem has been right there all along!
      Bad times happen a lot in this story, who knows!
      Thank you my dear ❤


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