Prophecy

Chapter 80: Forevermore

*Xavia's POV*

I awoke to the comforting warmth of Grace nestled securely in my arms, her body perfectly fitting against mine. The universe itself had shaped her perfectly for me. I could feel every soft contour, every gentle curve pressed against me, and it brought a sense of peace I hadn't realized I, now, would always need. Her breathing was soft and steady, a gentle rise and fall that created a soothing rhythm, resonating deep within my chest. Each breath seemed to flow through me. It was the kind of tranquility that filled every corner of my being, settling into my bones.

My soul felt it, too—it felt it the most.

A genuine, heartfelt smile, slow and unbidden, spread across my face as my fingers found their natural path into her hair. Those familiar silver strands slipped through my fingers, soft and silky, like the smoothest of satin. The sensation was almost hypnotic, and I found myself repeating the motion, threading my fingers through her hair over and over. Each pass was a reminder of just how real she was, how real this moment was.

It was grounding in a way that nothing else could be. With her in my arms, I felt a profound sense of home, a kind of belonging I hadn't realized I'd been searching for my entire life.

There was a softness to her that I cherished—the way her hair felt against my skin, the way her body molded so perfectly to mine. It wasn't just physical; it was an emotional connection, a bond that always anchored me. I could have stayed like this forever, and I knew I wanted to. I loved feeling the gentle rhythm of her breath that was in sync with my own heartbeat. It made everything else fade away—the worries, the fears, the battles we'd fought—all replaced by this quiet, intimate bond we shared.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt whole. It was so comforting, so right. This was a feeling I could never tire of. A peace I wanted to last for an eternity.

Grace stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open, revealing those soulful, deep green orbs that seemed to pierce right through me, straight to my very core. Her lips curved into a soft, sleepy smile, and before I could stop myself, I whispered, "I love you, Grace."

The words flowed like a gentle confession of everything I felt in that moment and for now and always.

Her smile widened, her entire face lighting up in a way that took my breath away. She snuggled closer, our bodies fitting together seamlessly like two puzzle pieces. My mate replied in a soft voice that was music to my ears, "And I love you, too, Xavia."

Her words were a melody that played on repeat in my heart, each note resonating with a sense of belonging I could never find elsewhere.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar tug deep within me. The summoning pull from Grace's father. It wasn't a jarring pull or a sudden force; instead, it was a gentle, an almost knowing sensation—a familiar call that resonated deep within both of us, a beckoning we recognized instinctively. I turned my gaze to Grace, and she met my eyes with the same understanding. In that shared glance, there was no need for words; we were already speaking in the silent language we had come to know so well—each other.

She understood, and so did I.

We held each other closer, our bodies pressed together as if bracing for the unknown, yet there was no fear, only trust and certainty. Then, in the span of a single heartbeat, everything shifted. The world around us dissolved into a blinding light, and I felt a strange weightlessness take over as if we were floating between realms where time and space intertwined seamlessly.

As my vision cleared, I found myself standing amidst what seemed like an endless sea of souls in Heaven. The sheer number of them was staggering—countless faces stretching out in every direction, all cheering and clapping with a passion that filled the air. The sound was almost deafening, and a wave of emotion swept over me, crashing into me like a mighty tide—pride, embarrassment, and awe all mingling together in a dizzying rush.