Chapter One
A/N- This is my first chapter of my third story, I know i said i would take a break from writing but i love writing so much that i couldn't resist writing it straight
away lol. I'm very excited for this story and I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to message and review.
Tiana is Ally's granddaughter just so you know when you read :)

Prologue-Tiana P.O.V
True love never burns out. This is something important that I have learned lately. I didn't always believe in true love, soulmates and stuff like that. I was never the
hopeless romantic and I was always dragged by my friends to see Nicholas Sparks movies when in reality i wanted to see action or horror films. I thought love was
pointless. I thought it was
always going to end and burst up in flames leaving behind ashes that can never go back to their original flame. But that all changed after I visited my
grandmother's house after her funeral. I know that sounds kind of depressing but it's how my story starts...or should I say her story.

Present-2015-Still Tiana P.O.V
"It's alright Tiana everything will be alright, she's in a better place" my mum reassured me while trying to settle me. She was rubbing my back up and down to calm me.
I sniffed, my nose was runny from crying and my eyes felt wet.
I pulled away from my mother's touch and rubbed my eyes with my hand, but all that did was probably make my eyes look even more red and puffy than they already were.
"I know you were close to grandma but everything will be alright in the end, time heals all wounds" I dried the last of my tears and replied with a shakiness in my
voice. I guess that was just the emotions just sweeping over me
"I know I should be strong. Grandma would want that". My mother smiled at me and kissed me on the top of my head. "That's the strong girl i know, now let's go back
to grandma's home, we need to sort through her house and find stuff that we should keep to honour her memory" she replied.
Mum was very sentimental like that, but she was caring and she was also like me very close with her mum. They talked on the phone all the time, ring each other on
their birthdays and Mum would surprise her Mum on Mother's day every year.
It was really sweet and I was sure that I had a relationship with my mum like my mum had with her's.
As I walked to the car and we drove back home I kept thinking about my grandmother.
She was a completely different person to me but we got along really well.
My grandmother's name was Ally Dawson, so that makes me Tiana Dawson.

My grandmother was really sweet, kind and would do anything for the people she loves. My fondest memory of my grandmother is that whenever she would tuck me into bed
as a little girl she would always tell me stories, mostly fairytales. Her favourite one's to tell were Snow White, The Frog Prince and Cinderella. They were the
stories that always ended in 'and they lived happily ever after', you know the typical fairytale ending.
But that's all they were, just fairytales not real life.
Real life isn't a fairytale.

My grandmother was very much a hopeless romantic and I wasn't. That was the only difference between us.
She would also give life lessons to me every time i saw her. And maybe her lessons will make more of an impression on me as I got older but for now they are only a
memory.
One of her most favoured quotes was
'Love never burns out it will always have a flame'
It never struck me quite immediately but it did haunt my thoughts for quite some time, I didn't know why, it just did. I also didn't know why she always said it.

We arrived at my grandmother's old house. It still looked brand new, the paint looked fresh. Maybe that's a sign that my grandmother is still with me even though
she physically isn't. The paint was white and the roof was a pale baby blue. Their was little flower beds guarding the front section of the house. My grandmother
did love her gardening. It was one the many activities she enjoyed doing.
I got out of the car, breathed in some fresh air and let the memories contained in these walls flow into my heart...and remain there as well.
My mum came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"It's still so beautiful"
I replied "Yeah...it is"
"Come on Tiana let's go inside"
She took her hand off my shoulder and walked towards the door and slowly opened it.
I took a deep breath and followed my mother inside.

The house was just as I remember it, the pictures hanging from the walls. Pictures of my grandmother and me. I decide to take them down from the walls and keep hold
of them so I can keep them. I walk through the familiar hallways I remember running through when i was a little girl. Memories that have been stowed away have come
to shine. I turn and walk into the kitchen. My grandmother was a typical grandmother, she loved to bake and I strongly remember her showing me how to make
chocolate chip cookies. I would always try and eat the cookie dough while she wasn't looking but in the end she would always let me lick the spoon.
I wonder into the living room and another memory sparks into me. I remember my grandmother telling me stories next to the fireplace, she was a great storyteller.
I also remember my grandmother singing me to sleep after she told her stories to me. She had a calming voice. She would tell me that when she was younger she loved
to sing.
I hear my mother calling me from across the hallway
"Tiana dear do you want to check Grandma Ally's room for more things for us to keep and remember"
I replied back "Okay sure" and with that I left the living room and headed towards the staircase that lead to the upper floor where her bedroom was.
I walked up the wooden stairs, and I remember when I was a little girl walking up these and trying not to step on the ones that would creak. And as I suddenly
remembered which one I stepped on it. I laughed slightly to myself as I walked up them.

I made it to the upper floor of the house. This floor was the place where I would always hide when me and grandma would play hide n seek. I walked towards the door
that was Grandma's room. This was actually the only room I have never been in, so it felt kind of wrong to walk into. So with a deep breath I opened the door.

This first thing I noticed was the pretty wallpaper, it still felt like she was here. It was clean and neat, everything looked like it had it's own special place in
the room. I walked over to the desk in the corner of the room and was going to pick up her chocolate chip cookie recipe that was lying on her desk because they are
yummy as cookies, but something else caught my eye.
It was a picture. It was pulling me to it like a magnetic field. I moved towards it and picked it up with delicate fingers.
It was a picture of...Grandma Ally when she was I'm guessing around 17 or 18. But there was someone else in the picture with her. It was a boy
that looked around the same age as her. They were smiling and he had his arm around her. It was a black and white photo but the emotion in the photo came out in
colour. I didn't recognize this boy nor was I sure that Grandma ever mentioned him.
I had never seen this photo before. Why would Grandma never tell me about this photo. It obviously meant a lot to her but maybe that's why she didn't show me it
because it meant to much to her. I mean she kept it all this time.
I turned the photo over and it read

Dear Austin my love
Our love will never burn out
Love Ally
xxx

This is my grandmother's story...

A/N- I hope you like the first chapter, please feel free to message and review.