The Final Chapter:

1 year later.

It's been a year ago today that I knew for sure I was pregnant. About 3 months ago Kyle and I introduced our daughter, Griselda, into the world. We got married about a month ago. We're still deciding between Italy and Spain for our honeymoon.

Cordelia and Misty are still together. Cece and Stefan are still together. My mother and I have decided not to speak because she doesn't want witchcraft in her household or near her and I want a supportive mother. In our free time Kyle and I still watch movies or go explore the city. Sometimes Misty and I hang out, sometimes Kyle hangs out with Stefan.

Today the witches are graduating. We have a 3 month break and then we start auditions again. I guess I'll miss the girls a little, but I also know that they're witches. They came to learn how to be the best them they could be and now that they're done, it's time to fly away from the coven. Not on brooms though.

I went upstairs and saw Cordelia and her maid Angelique folding sheets. Cordelia looked genuinely sad. I went over and helped. I knew every time a new group left Cordelia felt like it was her own flesh and blood leaving her. I wondered what that felt like. The only time I'd really had feelings in my life was with Kyle. I guess I just understood that people come and go, so it didn't effect me as much. Even when family died, sure it was sad but that's what happens. I felt bad for Cordelia now though.

"Anything I can do?" I asked.

"No. Are they all packed up?" she asked. I didn't know who she was talking to.

"Yes, ma'am." Angelique said.

"Okay, well I'll be in my room if you need me." I said.

I walked out and down the hall. I opened my door and saw Kyle on the bed with my laptop. I went and sat by him. He was looking at hotels in Spain. I leaned on to his shoulder, he was warm. I felt warm, happy inside. I opened a new tab and looked at hotels in Italy. Now he looked at me with his look that said let me get my way. However, I wasn't going to this time. It was time he realized I'm his wife, which means I get my way.

"Babe, I've wanted to go to Italy since I was 6. You've wanted to go to Spain since I took to that Mexican restaurant in the French Quarter. Spain and Mexico are not the same thing." I said.

"Okay I know Zoe. But why couldn't we go to Italy for like our 60th anniversary or something? Spain is for the young. Italy is for older people."

"That is so not true!" My mouth opened in disbelief that he was talking like this.

"Babe, come on." he smiled.

"You haven't hardly looked at Italy."

"You haven't looked at Spain at all."

"Okay, fine. We'll both spend the night looking at each others suggestion and decide in the morning."

"Alright, sounds good."

I put my coat on.

"Where are you going?"

"The library. To read about Spain."

"I'm coming with. I need to read about Italy." he said.

When we got to the library, I was surprised by its size. It wasn't small, but it wasn't so big either. I was hoping they'd have enough information on Spain and Italy for both of us to make a fair judgment. I went to the counter. There was an older woman with faded red hair and plum colored lipstick. Her glasses made a cat eye shape at the edges and her uniform reminded me of a crazy cat woman from England. Her faded red hair was pulled up into an updo, but it didn't hide the streaks of grey hair like I had thought she hoped. I walked over to her and she looked up from her computer with a slight smile. She smelled strongly of cigarettes.

"Hi there. How may I help you?" she asked.

"Um, do you have books on Spain?" I asked.

"Well, yes. What about Spain?" she folded her hands on the counter in front of me. She had long fake pearl white nails.

"Traveling there."

She took her hands down and typed a few things into the computer. She took a small piece of scrap paper and licked her fingers to get rid of the extra pieces of paper stuck to it. She grabbed a pencil from behind her ear I hadn't noticed. She wrote down a number and handed it to me. Then she went back to her computer. No explanation.

"Thank you..." I said.

I walked off into the library, searching for close to 10 minutes. I finally found a section all about travel. I grabbed a few books on Spain and Madrid and Barcelona, then I found a seat and started reading. The more I read the more I realized I was falling in love with Spain. After an hour I had enough. I got up and ran over to Kyle.

"I want to go to Spain." I said.

"Really? That's great! But to make it up to you, tonight we can order Italian food."

I laughed.

2 weeks later.

We're in Spain. Barcelona to be exact. It's beautiful. Griselda loves it. We've probably taken 600 pictures and got sunburned a few times. Right now we were in the pool while Griselda was with a nanny we hired. I guess this brings us to the end of my story as I have nothing left to tell you. I mean I could tell you how Kyle and I cuddled all the way here, or how cute I find it when Griselda makes certain expressions, but as much as you've read my story, you already can probably tell all of that. All I know is I started this story with the hope of getting my story out there, just me, Zoe Benson. And I did exactly that. All the support I've got is incredible. No one ever judges me for being a witch, they just see Zoe. The girl with the really interesting story. And through this story I've learned something truly incredible, I may not have a real mother or father, or siblings or a real family. But I have a coven, I have my own family now, I have a loving husband, and I have amazing friends like Cece, Cory, Stefan, Cordelia, Misty, and everyone who cared enough about me to keep reading my story.

So from me to you, if you're reading this, I care about you. Just know that you were there for me when I needed you, and I am always here for you. You helped me truly accept what I am, a witch. You helped me let go of the past, like Madison and Kyle and killing my ex with my... well, my problem down there. You helped me be the best me I could ever be, and I want to do the same for you. So if you ever need me, I will find you. I will hear you when you call for me, and even though you won't be able to see me, I'll be there. I'll help you. I'll listen.

Love,
Zoe. x