Epilogue time! I've literally been writing all day. This will be the third chapter I've put out, today. You lucky things! On with the epilogue! XOXO
~Symphonic Madness
Seven Years Later
Patch
I looked at the face of the fifteen year-old girl in front of me as she did her homework at the dinner table. I thought about all that had happened in the past years. Nora, somehow, had become the manager at the Borderline, and I became the assistant manager. We both went to a community college and got degrees in finance and business.
Violet grew, fell in love, got her heart broken, like any other teenager, but she is still a ray of sunshine. She plays the cello and I think will for a long time, unlike Nora, who dropped the hobby right after she met me. I inwardly chuckled at the memory. I just hope my daughter doesn't find and fall in love with a guy who was just as cunning and seductive as I was (and still am sometimes).
"Violet, we're eating dinner. Do your homework later. Have some fun," Nora said.
"But I've got an essay due tomorrow!" Violet protested.
"Now."
We continued to eat. Nora and I had discussed a few years back that we would tell Violet our secret about her when she was ready; which we estimated her to be around age fifteen. Well, the day has come to tell her, and I'm ready for her to hate us, or love us. I'm prepared for both, and so is Nora.
"Violet, do you remember when your last name was Brown?" I asked her.
"Yeah. We changed it to Cipriano for some reason," Violet said.
"Well, we're going to tell you why," I said.
"Wait, you've been hiding why for all this time?" she asked.
"Yeah. But we're not going to hide anymore," Nora said. "You know you were born in Formosus, in Greece, right?"
"Of course. Sometimes I wish I could go back," Violet said.
"We will someday," I vowed. "But there's a back story to that."
"There's a back story to everything isn't there?" Violet asked.
Nora and I chuckled.
"In our family's case, yes," Nora said. "But anyway, you were born in Formosus, Greece, but the reason we told you is only half the truth. The full truth you're going to have to brace yourself for."
"Okay," said Violet.
"Patch wasn't always... human," I said.
"Then what was he? Dog?" Violet asked.
"We're being serious, Violet," I said.
"Then what was he?" she asked.
"I was your mother's guardian angel," I said. "I was originally a fallen angel, but I could become human. But I would have to kill your mother in order to do so. But I didn't. The archangels made me her guardian. But then I became a rogue. Angels aren't supposed to fall in love with humans, or at least profess their love. But when I finally admitted to Nora… err… your mother, that I loved her, out loud, that's when the rogue came out."
"He got me pregnant, with you of course, and your uncle Rixon helped us go into hiding, far from the radar of the archangels. We changed our last name to Brown so that no one could find us," Nora explained. "But we also have to tell you something else."
"What?" Violet asked.
"You aren't entirely human. You're half-human, half-angel," Nora said. "Violet, you are what they call a Nephil."
"So first you tell me that Dad isn't human, but then you tell me I'm not either!" Violet shouted.
"No. Your father eventually became human after killing the head of a dangerous gang of Nephilim. They granted him humanity because he both did that, and was a good father and husband to you and me," Nora said. "Since the archangels hate it when humans and angels conceive children. The angel is often sent down to Hell when it happens. It was a species that they never thought would exist."
Violet had tears running down her face. "You mean I was never meant to inhabit the Earth? I'm some sort of hybrid monster?"
"No, honey," I said. "Never. We're so happy you're here and with us."
"I don't believe you!" Violet exclaimed.
"It's the truth, Violet. I swear to you that we love you. The archangels overlooked you and me. No one thinks you're a monster. Nephilim grow, live, and die just like regular humans. It's only the DNA that makes you different from anyone else," I said. "And even then, everyone's got different DNA."
I watched as her gray eyes cried. "You must hate us."
"No. I don't. I don't hate anything about you both or the situation other than the initial shock of it all," Violet said.
I got up and kissed her forehead. "I love you, honey. Now go do your essay, and go to bed. When you wake up in the morning, nothing will have changed."
"I agree with your father," Nora said. "We'll be in in a few minutes with a plate of cookies and some milk."
"My favorite," Violet said with a smile. "Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad."
"It's no problem at all. Now get going on that essay," I said with a smile.
I waited until my daughter had gone upstairs with her schoolbag in hand, and I kissed Nora on the lips.
"I still feel that electricity," Nora murmured.
"Same here," I murmured in response.
"Can you believe it?" she said. "At one point, I didn't want to have Violet. But I'm glad I took your advice and kept her. You and our daughter are my world."
I kissed her lightly. "I still cannot believe it. I knew you'd be an amazing mom, Angel."
She smiled at the old nickname that I still call her. "Patch, you never did tell me your real name."
"It's Jev," I said. "It's inside the ring I gave you."
Nora took her wedding ring off, and gasped when she saw the message engraved in it.
"I will love you until the day I die. Forever yours, Jev," she read aloud.
"That was when I was still an angel," I told her. "I meant every word I said."
Nora had tears running down her face as she hugged me. "I love you. I will as long as I live and longer."
"I love you, too," I said. "Now let's get those cookies up to Violet. She's probably wondering where we are by now. She loves her cookies."
Nora laughed. "I know."
I poured a glass of milk while Nora retrieved a few the cookies we made last night from on their plate on the counter. She put them on a separate plate, and we carried the meal up to Violet.
I lightly knocked on her door and then came in with Nora.
"We love you, Violet Blythe. Now after homework and cookies, head to bed. We're all tired," I said. "Goodnight, sweetie."
"Goodnight, Dad," Violet said.
"Goodnight, Vi," my true love said to our daughter.
"Goodnight, Mom."
We each hugged and kissed Violet goodnight, closed the door, and went to bed without a word.
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~Symphonic Madness
