What was I made for ?..

Know its for the better. Know its for the better.

Milas POV

Thursday had finally hit. It was 11am and I started getting ready for my mother's funeral. I had picked out a long white dress to wear. One to symbolise rebirth.

The rebirth of my mother in the next world, and the rebirth of me in this one.

The dress was beautiful, it was satin and floaty. I wanted to feel the summer sun hit my body. I wanted to feel the warmth in the coldest times and the brightness in such a dark day.

I still hadn't felt sad for my mother. I may never will, this may have been our perfect goodbye. Two souls finally at peace, one dancing alongside the moon whilst the other danced in front of the sun.

I put some delicate makeup on and picked wild flowers from out of the garden, before walking over to the cemetery. Just as I hoped it was quiet, nobody in sight. Just me, my mother and those who are helping me return her to the earth.

The celebrant began and he spoke kind words to my mother. Singing her prayers and providing her with guidance for what is to come.

I place the wild flowers on her coffin before it is lowered into the earth. I could feel her soul pass in the wind, I felt her flourish in the flowers around me, and smile in the sun.

She was home.

The celebrant had finished and firmly placed a hand on my shoulder wishing me well before leaving.

I hear him mumble with a stranger behind me, but I don't turn. I stay facing, where she lay. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer. One passing on my forgiveness and love.

As I open my eyes I see the stranger before me. Only it wasn't a stranger.

It was him.

"You came ?" I say almost in a whisper.

"You called." He gently replied, slowly approaching me.

I didn't think he'd actually show. I sent the text on a whim, holding out an olive branch to my old life, to help start the journey on my next one, but he actually showed.

He was he before me just inches away. I feel his arms wrap around me as mine do the same.

How I've missed him, his touch, and this feeling. The fire still burning between us.

"I didn't think you'd actually show." I say in a light sob.

"And pass on the opportunity of seeing you. Never." He says squeezing me tighter, as if he let go I would disappear.

"You don't have to hug so tight." I say trying to get him to loosen his grip. It wasn't painful, but the sun was at its peak and I was getting hot.

"I'm sorry, I'm just scared that if I let go. You won't be here anymore." He says taking a step back letting me breathe once more.

"I know. I wish everything was easier, that we could've spoken in a better place at a better time. I just know that no one would disturb us here. This place is safe..."

"I know" he says before we both fall silent. Just scanning every inch of each other.

I could see that his hair had grew longer, he had grew more thin and, his eyes more tired, a hint of sadness never leaving them. His face still shone brightly in the sun, just as I remembered.

His beauty still intact.

"I've missed you." I say breaking the silence.

"I've missed you too." He replies.

"Do you want to come back to mine? It's only a short walk. The ceremony is over now and I want to leave my mother to rest." I offer out my hand to him.

Hoping he would take it.

As he places his hand in mine. He softly speaks again. "The ceremony was beautiful Mila, it looked so peaceful. I got here just before but I didn't want to disturb you, I wanted you to have you time with her. I know myself how hard goodbyes are... I've said it to you countless times."

"Thank you."

I pull gently on his hand guiding him back to my old home. It was a weird feeling taking him here. I had spent the past 10 years hoping for a prince to come and rescue me from my castle of isolation.

But here I am. Guiding a prince back to the place where I never escaped. The place the old Mila died. Where she lay night after night, tears staining her cheeks, hoping to be saved.

The place where she was nothing just another piece of furniture. A place of mental and emotional torture. I hope in bringing him here, he burns away the old memories and lights the candle that will guide me.

Before I realise it we had made it back. The walk was silent both of us being lost in our thoughts to realise.

He stood by the gate taking in the view. The little White House, with a beautiful wisterias growing up it. A true beauty. The garden was well kept and the flowers were in full bloom.

When he finally entered the garden, he bent down a picked a fresh rose before handing it to me.

"Is this where you spent the last 10 years ?"

"It is. A beautiful prison if you ask me. I wasn't locked away in a huge tower with no door. I was hidden in plain sight. A doll, playing the part. A picture perfect daughter in the picture perfect house." I say laughing.

"What's funny?" He says now confused.

"Nothing in particular. It's just I was always here you know. I'd spend every day here and never admire its true beauty. The house is absolutely beautiful it's the secrets that lie inside that destroy it. If only if everyone who walked past knew." I smile at him.

Finding beauty in the pain. I see him attempt not to tear up. I don't understand why he's so sad.

"What's wrong?" I say turning the key to unlock the door.

"You were just always so close, I use to race not far from here. We all did, and why we were all growing up learning to be our own people. You were here."

" I was but it wasn't your fault. You were just a boy. Nothing could've been changed. I've accepted my past, you should too. Else neither of us will be free."

I guide him in. His eyes scan everywhere before landing back on me.

"Why did you invite me here bels... I can't handle another goodbye."

"To thank you... Lan."

"For what?"

"For everything, for loving me, for watching over me, for protecting and caring for Charles. The list is endless. I really wanted to invite Charles too but I couldn't. I couldn't risk it for him." I say sincerely.

"You never have to thank me for that. You know that right?"

"I do. I do know, but I couldn't move on without it. I never got to say goodbye to Charles, and I will never forgive myself for that, but with you. I still had a chance and opportunity to make peace before I go. The way we left things, with Charles, the dinner party it wasn't right."

"Do you want me to tell him I've seen you?" Lando asks me reassuringly

"Yes please, don't let Alex find out though. You don't have to really say anything to him, but will you let him know that I am alive, well and as happy as I could possibly be."

"Of course, I know it will let him rest knowing you're ok."

"Tea?"