AN: Okay. I want to apologize that the last chapters were in a little bit of rush. And I want to tell that I never intended on turning the story like that. My original idea was a "Happily Ever After" end... with Dean... Yes, I was planning it for Dean... but I don't know what have gotten into me. I'm not into incest... so... sorry about that. And I'm sorry about Seth... I love that guy... but... it just had to happen.

I also want to apologize for all of the mistakes in the story, no matter of what kind were they. Since English is not my mother language(I'm from Bulgaria), the story is a little bit different and not so well described I guess. So sorry about that.

I want to thank to all who reviewed... they surely helped me a lot. Thank you, guys!

I'm working on another story right now... it must be posted soon, so if you think you'll enjoy it... you can read it... to which I'll be also thankful.

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Epilogue:

Helen was sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch with her eyes wandering somewhere over the horizon. The sunset was painting the sky in that fire red color again. Just like the spilled blood after a ruthless war. Yes, after a war there was always blood and nobody was really winning. What can one win after all that pain and misery? Helen wondered why we start wars, when we know that we surely are going to lose… but now she knew the answer. Because we are humans… and that's what we do… we fight even, when we already know what will happen. It's in our nature. We just have to try… we have to feel the pain… it's a part of us. The greatest part. It's what makes us feel alive. When you are suffering… you know if it's worth it for sure. That's why we need the pain… to know that it was worth it in the end… and somehow… the best things in life come with a price. The greatest gifts are never worthless.

Suddenly Helen remembered the only snowdrop that was brave enough to come out of the earth a few years ago. It was so beautiful. So white… so different… and even though these flowers could usually stand against the winds and blizzards… it died. That little snowdrop… that daring snowdrop died… Because its place wasn't in Florida. It just wasn't meant to be there. And Helen was now sorry that she didn't pick it. If she knew it was going to die, she would have torn it off… so she would keep looking at it from close. She would never forget that little flower… never… It always reminded her of her love with Seth… Except… Helen managed to keep a piece of that impossible, forbidden love. It was the greatest gift she had ever gotten from anyone.

Helen was glad she hadn't cried for a long time… but it was an understatement. There were no more tears left. It had been a few years already. She moved on… what else could she have done? She missed him every day though. Every. Single. Day. And she often had nightmares of that day, when Seth died… to save her. He took the bullet meant for her… He died instead of her… Yes, Helen remembered very well the day Katherine killed Seth and then she killed herself. She couldn't forget it. The death of Seth. That was Helen's curse… she couldn't force herself to stay away from him, so that's why the destiny found a solution by taking him away from her. Helen wasn't blaming herself… No, not at all. She did the best thing she could – accepted her destiny.

Helen's thoughts were interrupted by her seven months old daughter. The little Evelyn was tugging at her mommy's dress, wanting to be picked up. Helen looked at the baby's grey eyes. Her daddy's eyes. She smiled, picking her daughter up and placing her in her lap.

"Mommy!" she heard her son's voice and looked up.

"What is it, sweety?"

"Look what I found in the garden!" The four years old Jonathan exclaimed excitedly, giving Helen a red rose. "Aiden pricked on it, but I think it's the most beautiful rose I have ever seen! It reminded me of you, mommy."

Helen took the rose. Damn it. Tears were threatening to escape from her eyes again. And the little boy, staring at her with his big brown eyes at her, wasn't really helping.

"Are you okay, mommy?" he asked.

Helen smiled.

"Yes, yes… You just reminded me of your daddy… He told me the same thing once." Helen ran her hand over Jonathan's chestnut hair. Her little gift… the only thing Seth left behind him…

The little boy nodded understandingly to his mother. His eyes traveled on something behind Helen and then he suddenly yelled:

"Daddy!"

"Hey there, little man." Roman smiled as he ruffled Jonathan's hair. "How are my girls?"

He leaned in to kiss Helen. Evelyn reached out her hands for her daddy the minute she saw him. And of course she got what she wanted. Roman was giving everything to their little girl. With the boys he was far stricter and Helen wasn't sure if that was the right way to bring up their children… But every time she saw her husband and daughter together… like right now, it warmed her heart. She loved Roman… he was great with the kids and with her… He didn't know that just two of all the three so far were his… but he never seemed to notice that anyways. And Helen wanted nothing more than to stay that way. They were happy… really happy and nothing was going to ruin it. No one was going to suffer, because of her ever again…

"I love you, Roman…" she confessed smiling. He looked back at her weirdly, but then smiled and leaned in to give her another kiss.