One last chance~Steve Rogers~

Chapter 49

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A few days after her return to England, Alice felt the need to visit the grave of her ex-boyfriend. At times like this, she didn't want anyone by her side; the best option was to go alone.

In her hands, she held a bouquet of white lilies, which he adored while they were together.

Alice passed the plaques with unfamiliar names until she reached his grave. She looked at it with sadness coursing through her body. The image of her first love clung to dirt.

With a flick of her magic wand, she cleared the fallen orange leaves that decorated the tombstone. She put down the white flowers and began to talk to him sweetly, about her adventures.

Her heart ached now that she was over his dead body. She missed him very much. She told him about Steve. How different and, at the same time, how much they looked alike.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry. I never expected to fall in love again after you. As wrong as it is I am still in love with you, even if there is another person. I believe I will always be in love with you because you hold half of my heart. I love you, my beautiful boy."

She began to cry as the memories flooded her. "I miss you more than anything. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to you... Cedric... I miss you."

"Alice?" An older male voice flickered behind her. She lifted her teary eyes to meet Amos Diggory's face.

"Mr. Diggory." The middle-aged man hugged her tightly. His daughter had returned after so long. From the moment his only son announced that he was dating the young woman, he adored her and loved her like she was his own.

Before embarking on the final task, Cedric had an open and honest conversation with his parents. During this discussion, he shared his intention to propose to Alice if everything continued to go well between them until her graduation.

It seemed a rash decision and a bold one when the girl was only fourteen years old. But he loved her. He loved her more than his own life.

He knew that if for some reason death did not separate them prematurely, they would grow old together.

She was his soul mate. In class with potions and amortentia he had smelled her. She smelled like coconut, chocolate, apple tea with cinnamon, broomstick, and pages from a freshly printed book.

She loved any product with coconut in it, evenings by the fireplace with books and her aforementioned favourite beverages and good Quidditch games. She was considered one of the best players at school, even playing on a verified England team for quite some time.

"I have heard everything unwillingly."

"Mr. Diggory, excuse me, I don't-"

"I don't want you to apologize for anything. I know very well how much you loved my son and how much you still do. I knew it without having to hear you speak. And I'm glad. I'm glad that after all the pain you endured, you found stamina and strength, got back on your feet and moved on with your life. I am proud of you, my daughter."

"So you're not angry?"

"Not at all." He stroked her cheek. "I see you as my daughter. So I won't hide it from you. I can't move on after the loss of my child. I'm touched that you still love him, but it would hurt too much to know that you didn't make your life. You were very young when we lost my son."

"So you're not angry?"

"Not at all." She stroked her cheek. "I see you as my daughter. So I won't hide it from you. I can't move on after the loss of my child. I'm touched that you still love him, but it would hurt too much to know that you didn't make your life. You were very young when we lost my son."