Authors Note: I do not Own Anything. all rights belong to lauren Kate.

Some of the conversations the characters have I did take from the book but I put my own spin on it. This is a Fan fiction to honor Lauren and her world she created. No copy right intended Never going to be published.

Epilogue:

Before there was light, there were angels. One moment, darkness, the next, heaven was bright with glorious beings. It was perfect. It did not last. Lucifer revolted against God. A line was drawn in paradise. A war began. Every angel was forced to choose between the holiness of heaven or the chaos that roiled outside. One angel refused, believing the only thing worth fighting for was a force we now call love. Cast out of heaven, this angel did not fall alone. Every angel who had yet to choose fell in a flash of almighty fury. These are the Fallen. Exiled from heaven, they wander the Earth banished until the rebel angel abandons love and takes a side. That was then. This is now.

Chapter 1:

"No!" I wake up, sitting straight up in my bed, gasping for breath. This was the third dream of him I had had this week. Not that that's shocking. I have dreamed of Daniel at least once a week since I was old enough to know what a dream was. What's more shocking is that it's only been in the past two years that I have learned everything I have dreamed of him was real. My name is Lucinda, but I go by Luce. I'm in love with a boy named Daniel. The problem is, I have never met him. At least not in this life.

We have fallen in love and then lost each other over and over again for thousands of years. We were cursed by God because we did not choose a side between heaven and hell when the fall of Lucifer happened. We were angels cursed, cast out of heaven, Nephilim, forced to walk the earth among humans. But my curse is a little different. I became human and lost my memory. Every 18 years, I find and fall in love with Daniel only to die when I realize I'm in love with him. Daniel is an angel living among man. His curse is that he never dies and never forgets. He has tried to stay away from me or to not seek me out, but fate always pulls us together. Normally, I have no knowledge of any of this. Normally, I am just a clueless human who falls in love with the wrong boy and then dies tragically. But not this time. This time I have started to remember.

The first dream I had where I realized something was off, was when I was thirteen. I had dreamed of a boy with blond hair siting with me on a street corner in Paris having a pastry. I remember laughing at something he had said, and it smelling like fresh lavender from the flower shop around the corner. I also remembered the owner of the flower shop was kind to his dog, but cruel to his wife. When I awakened, I thought it was weird that I knew those details. Especially since I had neither been to Paris, nor had ever heard of that pastry shop. That was when I started the journal. Every-time I had a new dream I would write down what happened, and the date that I somehow knew it took place on. So far, the furthest date back I have, is 800 B.C. Which brings me back to the dream I had tonight.

Helston, England: September 1854

It was around midnight and I couldn't sleep, I saw the light on in Daniel's bedroom from under the doorjamb. I crept down the hall and noticed the trunks that where sitting outside of his room. I slowly opened the door and saw him with his back to me. He was sitting by the window with a sketch book in his hand, drawing something on the yellowing pages. He stood abruptly when he heard me. His sketch book fell to the cushion of his chair.

"What are you doing here?" He snarled seaming angry at my presence. "I-I couldn't sleep," I stammered walking towards him and the fire place. "I saw the light on in your room and then...your trunks outside the door. Are you going somewhere?"

"I was going to tell you" he trailed off. I looked toward the chair and saw the picture he was drawing.

"You were drawing me?" I asked him, as he turned back towards the sketch book. I could not believe he was drawing me. I didn't believe he felt for me the way I felt for him.

"Warm milk with a spoonful of treacle" he said knocking me out of my thoughts. "It helps you sleep." I was shocked. "How did you know? That's exactly what my mother used to-"

"I know," he said as he turned back towards me.

"Answer me," I whispered. "Are you leaving?"

I wanted to say, "Are you leaving me?" But that would be too forward.

"Yes." He said, simply.

"Then take me with you," I blurted without thinking, gasping at my own realization.

"No," he whispered "I sail tomorrow. If you care for me at all, you won't say another word."

"If I care for you," I whispered to myself. I looked up at him "I-I love-"

"Don't!" He cut me off.

"I have to say it. I-I love you, I'm quite sure, and if you leave-"

He interrupted "If I leave, I save your life." He spoke to me as if wanting me to remember something. "Some things are more important than love. You won't understand, but you have to trust me." I was livid. "You mean to say there are things more important than this?" I reached for his hands and drew them over my heart. My heart was racing, and I was feeling warm and light headed.

"I'm having the strangest feeling," This moment was all to familiar to me. "Tell me I'm mad, but I swear I've been right here before..." Daniel looked up to the ceiling and shivered as if he saw something. He pulled me to him then, and we held each other for what felt like forever before he finally kissed me. I comfortably melted into him, and I knew this was exactly where I wanted to be. This was where I belonged.

I pressed myself tighter against him, tracing his tongue with mine. This burning between us was brighter, hotter more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. He was looking around the room as if something were coming.

"No!" Daniel screams, and the next thing I feel is excruciating pain, followed by a heavy descent into darkness.