Everlasting

Prolouge-

"Quiet! The priest is here!" My mother hushed me.

The maidservant opened the door and we saw the priest. He was in his

usual attire, a plain white robe. His expression was grave.

"Where is Mrs Alexander? We mustn't waste a moment. Every second is precious." He said hurriedly.

"She's upstairs, resting in her room." My father croaked.

We went upstairs and saw that my grandmother was lying in get bed. She seemed to be gazing in space, she was lost is deep in her thoughts.

"Mrs Alexander?" The priest said gently. "The almighty calls you to himself. It is going to be a very beautiful journey, you are going to be at peace after a very long time."

My grandmother nodded. Even thought she was old, she was simply beautiful. Her blue eyes seemed to have turn grey, the disease had taken its final course. It was killing her. Every movement caused her pain. She was in her last moments, the priest had come to help her and ask her to confess anything she would like to before her death.

My grandmother sighed and took a deep breath, she remained silent as if refusing to speak.

"Rosa, you might want to tell us what is bothering you. This will be your last chance. It will make your soul lighter." The priest whispered gently.

"Is this absolutely necessary?" She asked in a weak voice.

"It's not if you don't wish to speak."

"Grandma, you always said speak your mind and not be afraid of its consequences. Please tell us what is bothering you." I smiled.

"Child if you only knew." My grandma's eyes watered, seeming upset.

My mother went and held her hand while my grandma cried.

"Life is not fair..." She said muttering to herself. "There's a reason I was never married."

"Go on." The priest said.

"My first love, my only love was Nicholas Alexander. He's the reason why I am alive today. He showed me why life is worth living for. He's the very reason I believe in love."

My grandma took a deep breath. Her breath was ragged as if it required all her remaining energy to take even that one breath. My mother squeezed my grandma's hand gently and smiled at her encouragingly. I kneeled by my grandma's bedside and have her a kiss on her cheek, to show her how much we loved her. We understood that whatever she was going to tell us wasn't going to be an confession to

"My life was dull. It had no substance of excitement. There was no reason for me to wake up each day filled with happiness. A young woman's life during those days wasn't easy. It was as if I am was living because my mother and father wanted me to. But the day I met Nicholas, everything changed."

A smile formed on my grandma's face and she began to unfold the story which changed her forever.