Fallen Angel or Demon? 18+ (Complete)

Chapter 30: And They Lived Happily..?! - Finale

"And they lived happily, but not in the way of a traditional Happily Ever After. What comes after that?" She carefully folds the letter and muses, "It's a beautiful story, but is it rooted in reality?"

Rosanna Maria Blossom has embarked on a new chapter of her life as Rose Maria Wynne, the beloved wife of Sabrathan. They have been blessed with three wonderful children: Ross, Liam, and Emma. As they journey with time, they have aged harmoniously together, passing on their legacy from generation to generation until they reach the remarkable age of 89. When the moon was high in the sky, Sabrathan passed away peacefully while resting beside his wife, who had survived the tumultuous events that had transpired. I have the privilege of seeing my great-grandchildren. One of them is named Violetta, and she is the only family member who comes to visit me at the care house. Despite being just 15 years old, she has a passion for writing and aspires to become a successful author. Rose's long, flowing, chestnut-coloured hair is carefully woven into a beautiful braid, and she inherited Silver's captivating eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep blue and earthy brown. I am Rose Maria Wynne, the older woman in this story. I love the third-person view of this story.

"Well, Vulu! What do you think of this? Should you write my story into your internet version?" As I reach for my tea on the table, I wrap my fingers around the warm mug and bring it to my lips. As I take a sip, a sweet smile naturally forms on my face, adding a touch of warmth to the moment.

The coughing was more frequent and intense than the previous day as we sat in my bedroom.

Violetta called my name, "Nan," and then walked over to pour some water from a jug into a cup. "Here's your water, Nan!"

I raise myself to a sitting position and consume the water from the cup while Violetta remains present briefly.

"Time is running out for me..." Violetta suddenly interrupts me and shifts the conversation, saying, "Let's step outside for some fresh air."

I watched as she glided past my room, gracefully manoeuvring my wheelchair while I slowly rose from my bed. Assisted by Violetta, I carefully settled into the wheelchair. We made our way to Hastings Beach, near the care home. Before our outing, we had sought and received permission from my nurse.

I hold dear the memory of becoming engaged in Hastings. I recall the profound moment Silver asked for my hand in marriage, a romance-filled memory. We celebrated our union with a beautiful wedding ceremony on the captivating Hastings Pier to add to the enchantment.

"Come on, Nan!" Violetta urges me forward, her hands pushing against my back as we hurry to tramp on the top of the sand.

As we journey to the shore, we find a peaceful spot between the sea's endless expanse and the sand's soft embrace. I lean in, my head finding a comfortable place on her supportive shoulder, as we share tender moments discussing the upcoming wedding days of my children. We share laughter and engage in lighthearted conversations about all sorts of amusing things, reminiscing about the last time I visited this place with my great-great-grandson, Wayne. Spending time with Violetta is always delightful – she exudes a carefree and endearing charm. She carries the protective instincts of Silver, yet there's a striking resemblance to him in her mannerisms. She stays close until she leaves for school in a few months. I want to broach the topic of my mortality, but I can sense her fear of being alone shortly. I've come to realize that she's the writer in our family.