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This chapter is the final chapter!! I'm sorry it's so short, but after I reached the last line I had nothing more to say… I have been trying to figure out how to make it longer, but it ended itself and wouldn't allow me to change that.

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Violette's Point of View

I had a dream once as a little girl. I was traveling with my family and I got lost. I could not find anyone or anything I knew. I woke screaming for my mother, and she and my father comforted me that night.

This third life of sorts is that for me. I had a life, one I remember more. I was Violette Kelly. I had beautiful parents, a vibrant sister, and a boy I loved. That life lingers like a steady movie in my memories.

Then there is a second life. There were people, I know I knew. There was a brother, and parents. They loved me, and I loved them. I was Violette Morgan. The memories are more like a slideshow though. It freezes on their faces, but the photos are blurred, as though maybe that life never really happened. Maybe that had been the dream.



The one clarity in that second life was him. The same boy as before, with the same love, only stronger. It seems that with each life I love him more.

He was the first thing I saw when the pain stopped and I willed my eyes open. I was screaming when I woke, just as I had been from the dream.

His fingers were with mine through my whole transformation. His voice was at my ears comforting me. I wish the memory of the pain was as dull as the others, but that is something I will never forget.

I could not remember much when I opened my eyes, but I remembered I loved him, and I swore I loved him more.

On my finger I wear his ring. That memory I have, the first, as well as the second. He said he'd propose a third time if I needed. He is funnier than I remembered in the other lives.

His laughter lights the darkness that this new life has shed for me. The light is something I will miss. But in its place there are benefits.

Hunting for one. I am a natural hunter I have been told. The thrill of diving through the waves at midnight under the moon, with my beautiful Grayson besides me.

It is savage in a way, we become predators of the sea. Hunting together, and then swimming under the current where eyes can not see us. It is like a dance the way our bodies move under the water. I never would have believed anything could be so graceful, let alone I myself being so smooth and perfect.

Grayson tells me that I was believed to have died in a car accident with his sister the day I was changed. The car was burned as proof.



He mourned me with his family, while I stayed at home with Madison.

She showed me things from my life I could not remember. Borrowed memories from my second family. We watched my funeral from a distance, and she promised me that they would be alright. I knew she was telling me the truth.

I never saw their faces that day. They stayed with their backs to me, and I was glad for it. Seeing their sadness may have been too much for me. I sometimes think the blurred memories I have are better, easier.

It has been a year since my change. And changed I did. My eyes were at first red, and have been fading to a violet that my new family finds ironic. I swear I grew at least two inches, finding my lips much closer to Grayson's.

I know I look different. Grayson insists that I was always beautiful, and that he notices a change, but that it makes no difference. His sisters as well as Matthew were not so subtle, all gawking and commenting on what a 'hottie' I was. If they weren't all so unremarkably stunning I may have been more embarrassed.

I have no special ability. I am alright with that. I figure being allowed a second, then third life with my love is enough for me. Grayson is still convinced that we don't know what my ability is yet. We will see.

And as for Grayson. In September his family planned to part ways again. Grayson and I were moving to Ireland, were we are now. (The cloudy weather allows us plenty of daytime sight-seeing.)

But before we did, Grayson and I had something to do first.



We were married on the farm that our love began, in the moonlight. It was a night like the first he told me he loved me.

It was not the grand wedding we had planned in our first life, or the elegant one Madison and Andrea had hoped for.

Instead it was one that was entirely us. I wore a simple white silk dress with no shoes. My now long wavy hair was left free to blow in the wind. And Grayson wore a tailored suit without the jacket.

Nate performed the ceremony, and William gave me away. They had all become my family, and I loved them all.

Madison and Andrea laid out flowers and lanterns lit the trees around us, tossing a dim yellow glow on everything. The twins were entirely too overdressed, and Nate cracked jokes throughout his speech.

William and Jasmine held each other with a timeless look of love in their eyes. And Matthew quite as always stared at Andrea as we exchanged our vows.

And there under the moonlight, in front of our loved ones, with my toes in the grass Grayson kissed me and I began my third life. I was Violette Abbott, who I would be forever, and who I was always meant to be.