I want to say Meeka for helping me with this chapter.

Flora’s friends said goodbye to her because as of right not Eric was said to be the killer. The police were trying to find him since he escaped a week ago, so no one questioned that he was the one that did it. Everyone was extremely upset at the even whether it was for atuação purposes or they were legitimately upset. The funeral was sweet and short. The goodbye was long and hard, but they found a way to make it through it.

Later that night the Winx all went início after staying at the grave site three hours longer than the rest. The five got to watch the grama get replaced over her grave. As they got each girl went to their rooms and had their separate ways of grieving. Stella tried to go to sleep, but she couldn’t because guilt from that June dia was eating her alive. She put on a jaqueta and boots before heading out to the place she could get some peace at mind. When she got there she sat right at the Tombstone and just started to bawl to the point she passed out from crying so much.

The seguinte morning in the dorm room the girls worried. Stella was nowhere to be seen, and a killer was on the loose. The girls checked everywhere for a note but none were around left written on a desk. The Winx panicked before getting dress, and head to the cemetery.

Meanwhile at the cemetery, Stella just woke up and gathered the clues to realize she spent the night here. She told herself she felt so guilty from being a bully and just wished she could tell Flora what really what happened. She cried with her hands on her face and said I’m sorry Flora. I never meant to hurt you. I realize I was just upset and it made me wish you were dead since I hated you so much; however, I just want you to be here now and I just can’t take it anymore. Stella heard a rustling in the bushes. She looked around to make sure no one was there before pulling out a faca in her pocket. The faca was raised and she brought it close to her heart, but right as she went to stab it in the pocket faca was removed from her hands. She looked up at the person. This person wore a charcoal grey hoodie and jeans probably a size 0, but their eyes were cover even though you could see the person’s hair. Stella cried and said thank you the stranger nodded and ran as rustling of leaves were heard in the distant. The blond looked back and saw her friends run towards her. Stella explained she had trouble sleeping, so she came here and must have cried herself; however, she left out the part about the stranger who saved her life as she walked back to Alfea with her group of friends. Maybe the death was a way they could fix their friendship again even though they would be down a member.