AN: The characters are owned by Cynthia Hand, so does the plot, I just tweaked it a little bit to get an alternate ending. I made small changes too make it C/C ship. This is how I imagined the ending. I know this fics a little dry but I just had to write it, but at the same time I had no idea what to write.
CHAPTER 4
I rush around our room as I get ready for my date with Christian. It's our first anniversary.
After fighting the dark wings Christian, Angela and I went back to Stanford with Web living at an off campus apartment with three bedrooms.
At first I took the third room but since Christian and I got together we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was unnecessary for us to stay in different rooms. We spent most of our time together.
Right after Asael went to heaven Phen came rushing to Angela, begging for forgiveness.
She did forgive him eventually and he hasn't left her side since. He lived here with us and he played the perfect father to Web.
She loved him and he loved her. It took Christian and a while to forgive her, a long while but now we get along, a little.
Christian went back to study architecture and I study biology.
Right now Christian was probably out setting up for our date.
I put on some lip gloss and ran downstairs, my black stilettoes catching on the last step and I catch
I look at Angela asking for her opinion of my attire. I was wearing a midnight blue dress which according to Angela brought out my eyes.
My hair was in carefully curled and I had a pretty clutch in my hand.
"You look hot! My brother won't know what hit him!" she said as she and Phen played with little Web. He was a year old, and he was so sweet. He was the sweetest baby on earth.
I love the way he says my name. Cwawa. He couldn't say R or L and it sounded so cute.
As I mused I heard the door open and saw Christian come in.
I felt his presence before I saw him. I run to him when I see him and kiss him.
"I missed you." He says and I jump on him.
"You just saw me this afternoon!" I say.
"Well, I still missed you. Now, let's go. We have a date!" he says excitedly.
As we sat on the beach looking up at the stars, me huddled in his arms.
"So, I was thinking…" he says trailing off as his fingers skimmed my arms.
"Yeah." I say turning back.
"I have a gift for you." He says bringing out a wrapped package.
"You didn't need to." I say but I still took it.
"Open it." He prompts me untangling himself from me.
I slowly open the package and see the small box with Tiffany's written on it.
"You really didn't need to." I say.
"Open." He prompts again.
I slowly prop the lid open and gasp.
There in the box lay another box, a ring box.
"Clara, I love you. Our life together has been one adventure after another. A roller coaster. I love you more and more every day. I want to make you the happiest woman on earth. Will you marry me?" He asks. On one knee.
Words don't come out.
"Clara?" he asks and I jump on him.
"Yes. Yes, yes…" I say kissing him again and again.
And then we flew away together.