Bloom's Concept Art of Butterflix

Icy wasn't one for dwelling on the past nor clinging to memories of one person.

To be frank, she thought she was above such.

And yet she refused to cry, at least on the outside, as the pain tore her apart on the inside. Betrayal and loss hand a firm hand squeezing at her heart.

Not that anyone would know.

To them she’d still be as cold and unfeeling as ever.
As it should be.

How she longed for her mask to be real. Between the homicidal merman with anger issues and Valtor—maybe Darkar too—Icy decided she was done wearing her hart-, hart on her sleeve. She’d close off the already small crack...

Hello darlings. Here is another chapter ;) I wanted to publiceer chapter before my spring festival.(Which is in saturday! Yeay!) Then when i have my summer vacation i promise that i publiceer at least 3 chapters. Only 5 chapters left u guys! *Sniff sniff* BTW, sorry about this chapter title, it is kind of... Unfitting but i don't care right now about it... And sorry if my grammar sucks... Oh I just shut up now and leave u read chapter 7 of Do We See Her Ever Again? Enjoy!

Do we ever see her again?

Chapter 7: Here, There And Back.

*In Alfea,Bloom POV*

I, Stella, Tecna, Aisha, and Musa walked towards...