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My Best FriendSummary: An extension to "Artemis Fowl: the Last Guardian"'s last chapter by a few minutes. Butler's and Holly's thoughts on the tragedy are revealed.
Warnings: Character death.
Disclaimer: Eoin Colfer owns the Artemis Fowl series.
Something akin to green fog swiftly vacated his body, sucked into the central point of the hazy dome along with the essences of the old spirits. Mobility was no longer an aspect of his being, and apparently, neither was breathing. A deadly calm settled over him, and his eyelids were lined with lead. Slowly, he blinked for the last time, his dreamy smile still in place, a hand over his heart. As darkness clouded his vision, he saw a certain auburn-headed individual frozen several yards in front of him, horror transfixed on her hardened face. His dearest companion hurtled towards him, determination and desperation warring on the scarred features.
Artemis Fowl the Second was not aware when he died; the sensation was similar to drift
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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