Illuminated By The Darkness

Chapter 25

Tiara:

I think god is an artist. There is no other explanation for his creation. The green and brown land meets the orange sky right before dusk. I cannot get enough of it. The cold air wrapped around me reminding me of how badly I needed a blanket. Just as I thought of it, a thick warm blanket fell over my shoulder shielding me from the wrath of the cold weather.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I smiled at the voice that made me warmer than the blanket.

"Yes but not as beautiful as you Amara" I said.

Amara sat next to me wearing a yellow dress that highlighted her electric blue eyes, gifting me a smile that made my day. She was so beautiful.

"You mean like us?" she laughed.

"What?" I was confused

"You do know that we are identical twins right? Which means you are just as beautiful"

"But you are most beautiful"

"We are Tia"

I shook my head and looked ahead at the scenery in front of us. The peace that I felt was surreal.

Wait!

"How are we here?" my heart started to beat out of fear.

"Relax silly" she smiled "Don't you remember? We made it! We are free. All four of us"

"Four of us? Our parents made it too?" what was going on?

"No Tia, our children"

I blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. An uncomfortable silence filled the air.

"I do-don't understand" I said.

"We are free Tia. You, me, Blake and Alan"

"Alan?"

"Yes and there he is" Amara looked behind me.

I turned around and my heart stopped beating for a moment before beating faster than ever.

"Mommy" A little boy was running towards me. His tiny feet were not fast enough to reach me sooner. He had blue eyes and brown hair like me.

"That's your son Tia" I looked at Amara. She had a little boy at her hip, one that I've seen before. Where? I don't know, but what I know is that he is Blake.

I looked back at the boy who was near me.

I scooped him in my embrace letting out a loud sob. My son. Alan. I held him close to my heart hoping to never let go. He was so cute and beautiful and handsome. Indeed god is an artist to have made this lovely boy.

"Mommy" He called me. I felt so content. I laughed through tears. I cried out of sheer happiness.

"My baby. My little boy. My Alan. I love you. Mommy loves you. " I cried showering him with kisses and love.

"Do you still think I'm the most beautiful?" Amara asked me.

This time I couldn't answer that because it would not do justice to my son. Luckily for me she broke into fits of laughter.

Thank god she was kidding. And then I laughed. It feels so good to laugh. Watching us even the children began to giggle. It was like music to my ears. Stepping forward I kissed Blake's forehead.

This was my world. Amara, Blake, Alan and I.

I opened my eyes. It was a dream, Amara , the children, all of it.