I Knew.
I knew from the beginning of our mad, last desperate plan to attempt to save Fablehaven that I was to be the one to sacrifice them self. I had already lost you once, Patton, I couldn't bear to lose you a second time. I lied when I said I was slightly delusion when I had returned to the pond; on the contrary, the only thing that kept me the person I had become was because of you. Kendra showing me that picture of you she had taken from the house only solidified that truth deep within me. I don't think I have ever felt such a tantamount of overwhelming, welcomed joy than when I had left the pond a second time, once again launching myself into your arms. What I said was true, even if I could only hold you and kiss you for three minutes- I would leave the pond and renounce my immortality forever, if need be.
And so, when we were caught in the stalemated struggle between, Ephira and the demon, I placed myself in the best location for Kendra to give me the pebble. I almost laughed when I felt Seth struggling to keep up with me; in all honesty, those last steps were my liberation…I could see the nail…the nail that would bring me back to you. I let go of Seth's hand and fell forward, my arm outstretched so that the pebble and the nail would connect. I wanted to look at you, Patton, I truly did. I wanted to be able to tell you one last time that I loved you, more than anything I had ever thought remotely of any worth. All those years in the pond held no common ground to the years I shared with you as your wife. My last breath fell just as the clink of the pebble against the nail sounded. I had done it; I had obtained my beautiful ending.
Traveling the world for years did not bring me the peace I had now found in death; I fell beyond time and space, more mortal and immortal than any being could fantasise of. Surprisingly, I came across a place that reminded me strongly of the pond that held my sisters for the eternities. I glided into the pavilion, and as I did, a familiar tune fell upon me- the melody brought tears to my eyes. I glanced furtively about for you, looking for your oh so familiar figure that I knew better than my own. Then, I found you playing near the edge of the pond as you had done for me all those years to win my heart. "Patton," I whispered, so faint I barely could hear myself.
But somehow…you heard me, and ceased your strumming on the violin. The violin vanished as it fell from your hands, and you sprinted towards me; I shed all sense of decorum and raced towards you and flew into your waiting arms, as I always had done. My lips seized yours in a timeless patience, and we drew one another closer than ever before. You were just as we had first met, and I was as ageless as I was before I left the pond for you in the first place. When we pulled away-but were unable to keep our faces more than a breath's distance apart- you murmured with such endless tenderness, "I knew too…"