Just a small fanfic before Grams died. its short and about Phoebe and Cole.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 317 - Reviews: 8 - Published: May 16, 2001 - id: 285559
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My Angel
My Angel
I watched him eyeing my precious granddaughter and smiled.
How very rarely did I see him. Oh, but the look in his eyes. My, my. I watched.
All I saw was hatred, but that would change. Because my granddaughter would
grow up and become the most beautiful women. Her sisters watch me as I pick her
up from school. I see him look away. Suddenly, she runs up to him and whispers
in his ear. He looks at her, this time I see sadness in his eyes. I smile,
already knowing what she said. She runs up to me and smiles saying, "I just had
to tell him something, grams." I replay saying it's all right and we walk to
the car. Her sisters get in and she climbs on her seat. As I get in the front
seat I watch him walk away. I will never forget that look on his face. The
sadness, the first time I saw him look at her with eyes that showed no sign of
hatred. I sigh. Then, smile. I'll never understand why he is the one. Why is it
someone that lets out so much hatred? I watch my three granddaughters sit
there. Unaware of their future. Prue, Phoebe, Piper. The Charmed Ones are
destined for greatness, I say to myself. Cole Turner and Phoebe Halliwell, the
youngest of the three, are destined for love. Cole Turner, I say to myself,
when she's grown and you meet her may it be that you remember what she said.
Cole
turned around. He looked directly into my eyes and I could hear his thoughts
instantly. I will always remember her words,
"You're
my angel."
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