Notes; Thank you all very much for your reviews.. Here is my final chapter, Enjoy!
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Song: I used the song ''Somebody said Goodbye'' by Enya for this final chapter. I do not own it, I've only borrowed it!
Final chapter – Chapter 32 – Someone said Goodbye / The Letter.
Summer. When the day is over
There's a heart a little colder;
Someone said goodbye,
But you don't know why.
15 YEARS LATER...
''Dad, you lazy we're off to school!'' Paris called up the stairs. Cole, who just started to wake, sat up in bed. ''Good luck and don't use your telekinesis on the front..-'' Downstairs the front door slammed shut.''
'' – door.'' Cole said. He rolled his eyes, teenagers. Cole pushed the covers off himself and got up. He walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Glen and Paris disappear around the corner of the street. He smiled slightly and opened the window to welcome a slight warm breeze against his chest. The summer had definately begun. He walked over to the chair and started to get dressed. Pulling on his shirt he walked into the bathroom.
Cole hadn't moved after Paige's death. He had wanted to stay, because he had too many good memories about Paige in this house. Cole looked in the mirror. He barely looked a day older than 15 years ago, except for maybe a few extra wrinkles when he frowned or smiled, but with raising two kids he had deserved them. Cole put some gel in his hair and brushed his teeth like he did every morning when Paris and Glen had gone off to school. Cole had raised the two on his own like he had said. They had became a very close family, even Glen, who wasn't Cole's real son, saw Cole more as a father to himself than Henry.
Paris and Glen were the only reason that had kept Cole from going back to the Underworld. Cole left the bathroom and made his bed. After 15 years there was still a pillow on Paige's side of the bed, even though no one slept there anymore. He threw some decoration pillows on the end of the bed and then made his way downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and laughed slightly at the sight of the breakfast leftovers that were standing on the dinnertable. Typical. He thought. He couldn't remember that he was like that as a teenager, but then again he was a demon and his teenager years were like 120 years ago. With a sigh he started cleaning the breakfast table.
Somewhere there is someone keeping
All the tears they have been weeping,
Someone said goodbye,
But you don't know why.
A few hours later Cole's cellphone started ringing loudly. Cole looked at the time, 4:00pm. His song was going home with his girlfriend and he was calling Cole to let him know where he was. It went like that every thursday.
Cole reached over and picked up his phone and he answered it, ''Hey Glen.'' He said. Glen laughed on the other side of the phone, ''How did you know it was me, dad?'' he asked. ''It's thursday.'' Cole replied simply. ''Right. Well I'm going to Jess'.'' He said. ''Hmmm. You've got protection right?'' Cole couldn't help but asking it. ''Yes dad, I've got that.'' Cole replied sounding slightly irritated. Cole smiled, ''Sorry. I'll see you at dinner then.'' ''Alright, see ya dad.'' Glen said and then hung up. Cole looked at his phone and put it down. He leaned back in the couch and at the same moment the front door slammed shut. ''Paris..'' Cole said, starting to get irritated. ''Sorry dad!'' A girl's voice said. Cole sat up when a girl with dark hair and a pale skin entered the room. He smiled at her, ''Hey.''
''Hey dad.'' Paris replied, her voice sounded a lot like Paige's. She walked over to him, ''How was your day?'' she kissed his cheek softly. Cole smiled, he loved her so much. ''Alright I guess, how was yours?'' Paris flopped down on the couch next to him. ''I dumped Jamie, caught him making out with some other girl.'' She said, as though she wasn't bothered by it at all. ''Oh I'm sorry.'' Cole said looking at his daughter. ''Nah. It's okay. I was getting bored of him anyway and he wasn't such a good kisser.'' Cole let out a laugh, typical Paris, always a new boyfriend and after 4 weeks she broke up with them. Paris looked at him arching an eyebrow, but Cole shook his head. ''Glen at that bimbo again?'' she informed. ''Hmm Jessica. Yeah as per usual.'' Cole put his feet up.
Paris observed him, ''You have to start dating dad.'' She told him. Cole looked at her, ''Why? What makes you think that?'' he asked curiously.
''You need to go laid.''
Cole laughed, she was absolutely never ashamed to say what she thought. ''And that's for you to decide?'' he got to his feet. ''Well admit it, you're missing it after 15 years, aren't you?'' she looked up at him. Cole shrugged, ''I'll tell you when you're older.'' He replied. ''Dad!'' Paris gave him an irritated look. Cole smiled, she hated it when he said that. Just like he had sometimes said it to Paige.
''Come on. I want to show you something.'' Paris smiled back and got up. She followed Cole all the way upstairs to the attic. ''Are you going to show me how much dust has formed here in the past years?'' she quipped when they entered the attic. ''No.'' Cole picked up one of the many boxes that were stood there and walked over to the small couch in the middle of the attic. Paris followed curiously. ''Sit.'' Cole told her as he sat down himself as well. Paris took place next to him, ''Are those mom's stuff?'' she pointed at Paige's name on top of the box and Cole nodded his head in reply.
He opened the box, ''Take a look if you like.'' Paris smiled and looked in the box, she took some notebooks out. ''Mom's diaries.'' She said. Cole smiled slightly and nodded again. ''Can I read them later?'' Paris asked. ''If you want, but I must say some things in you might not want to know, they're pretty detailed.'' He warned her with a smile, knowing that because Paige had allowed him to read her diary at some times. Paris put the diaries down and took a small bottle out of the box. ''Her favourite perfume.'' Cole recgonized it instantly. Paris sniffed at it lightly, ''It's nice.'' She told her dad and handed it to him.
Is there a reason
Why a broken heart begins to cry?
Is there a reason
You were lost although you don't know why?
Give me a reason
Why you never want to say goodbye.
If there's a reason,
I don't know why.
Cole traced his finger over the bottle while Paris took a pretty, in golden wrapping-paper wrapped, present out of the box. ''What's this?''
Cole glanced at the present and then laughed slightly as he remembered, ''Paige's present.'' He said.
''What's in it?''
''Erm. Well..''
''Can I open it?'' Cole bit his lower lip and nodded slightly. Paris opened the present carefully and took a sexy, dark red lingerie set out. She looked at it for a moment and then started laughing, ''Sexy dad.'' A slight smile played on Cole's lips and he could feel a dark red blush creeping onto his cheeks. ''I must admit, you do have some taste.'' Paris told him as she gently put the set back in the wrapping paper. ''You can have it when you're 18.'' He said.
''Evil.'' Paris narrowed her eyes at him. ''I know. I'll be even more evil, because you need to go and make your homework now.'' He replied. ''I knew you were going to say that.'' Paris gave her dad a hug and then got to her feet. ''Thanks for showing me these stuff, dad.'' ''Hm-Hmm.'' Cole handed her the bottle of perfume and the diaries, ''Don't forget this.'' He said.
Paris smiled and took them carefully, ''I'll cook tonight.'' She said making sure the diaries and the perfume wouldn't fall.
''Okay hun.''
Paris walked out of the attic and Cole pulled the box closer to himself. He took an old necklace of Paige out and smiled. How many times hadn't she worn that? Paige only took it off when she went to sleep and the first thing she did when she woke up was putting it back on, except on that day. Her 29th birthday. Cole let out a small laugh.
''Careful baby, that necklace means a lot to me.'' A familiar female voice said behind him.
Always looking for a meaning,
All the time you keep believing,
But I don't know why
You won't say goodbye.
Cole turned around. In the doorway stood Paige's solid spirit. He gasped slightly, ''Paige.. What are you doing here?'' he got up slowly, hardly believing that is was really her standing over there. ''I came to see you.'' She replied, walking towards him. ''I – Why? Why after such a long time? 15 years Paige.'' He watched her coming closer, but didn't move, it was as though he was stuck to the floor with superglue. ''Because I am allowed to tell you some things, but I want a hug first.''
Cole smiled and hugged her tightly. Paige looped her arms around his neck and hugged back. ''I've missed you so, so much Paige.'' Cole whispered in her ear, closing his eyes. It felt so incredibly good to feel her body against his again. Being able to hold her in his arms. ''I know Sweetie, I've missed you too.'' Paige stroked his hair gently. ''Can't you stay?'' he asked her immediately. Paige let a small smile play on her lips and pulled away from the intense hug carefully. Cole, however didn't remove his arms. ''You know I can't baby.'' ''Hmm.'' Cole murmered slightly disappointed in reply. ''I've seen how you raised Paris and Glen. You did a great job Cole, I couldn't have done it any better myself.'' She told him putting her hand on his cheek. Cole smiled slightly and moved his head into her cupped hand. ''Can I kiss you, please?'' he asked her. Paige looked at him and then nodded her head, ''I think you can.'' Cole smiled and lowered his head, he closed his eyes and then pressed his rough, dry lips against hers softly.
Paige paused for a brief moment and then kissed back gently. Cole ran his hand down her back and deepened the kiss. It had taken him 15 long years, but now he could finally kiss her again. Paige returned the passion and let Cole push her against the wall gently before pulling back slightly.
Cole kept his face close to hers, ''What do you have to tell me?'' he whispered. Paige ran a gentle finger over his now wet lips, ''You've never found my letter. The one I wrote to you when I found out I'd die.'' She said. ''What letter?'' Cole asked raising an eyebrow. ''It's in your nightstand, underneath the photo-album which you never look in.'' She told him. Cole smiled slightly, ''Thanks. Are you sure you can't say?'' he tried again. Paige shook her head in reply, ''We'll be together soon Cole. Sooner than you might think.'' She whispered.
''When is soon?'' he looked at her. ''When Glen is 20.'' Paige said. Cole smiled slightly, ''That's only four years.'' Paige nodded. ''Yeah, then we can be together again. You'll go to the same place as me, I've asked the Elders and they think you've deserved it.'' Cole kissed her lips softly, ''Thank you.'' He replied. Paige smiled and hugged him again. Cole hugged back tightly and he rubbed her back gently. ''I have to go.'' She whispered in his ear. Cole sighed slightly, ''Already?'' he asked. ''Yeah, but I'll keep watching over you and the kids.'' She replied closing her eyes. Cole kissed the top of her head softly, ''I love you.'' He said. Paige smiled and let go of him. A single tear ran down her cheek slowly, ''I love you too Cole, always. Don't you forget about the letter.'' She blew him a last kiss and then vanished into the air.
Cole took a deep breath and walked downstairs. He went into he bedroom and walked over to the nightstand awkwardly. Cole pulled the drawer out and placed it on the floor. He took the photo-album out, his hand shaking slightly.
There it was.
The envelope, addressed to him in Paige's gorgeous handwriting. Cole picked it up carefully and sat down on the bed looking at it. Should he open it? Or better yet, could he open it? He bit his lower lip and slowly opened the envelope. He took the letter out, his hands now starting to shake more and he started to read the letter.
Even when the sun is shining
You don't see the silver lining,
But I don't know why
You won't say goodbye.
David emptied his locker. After 20 years of having worked as a fireman, in New York and in San Francisco, he was now quitting. He needed more time for his family. David was now 45 years old. He was married since 12 years and had two beautiful daughters from 11 and 8 years old. The oldest one was called Paige, because he had never stopped thinking about her. And the youngest was called Pamela, because it started with a 'P' as well. He loved his wife more than anything, but still he couldn't help imagening what it would've been like if Paige was still alive.
Maybe they would've gotten together, maybe not. He'd never find out.
He let out a heavy sigh. ''Are you okay, honey?'' Rose, his wife put a soft hand on his shoulder. David took a picture from Paige out of his locker. ''Who's that?'' Rose asked, glancing over his shoulder. ''An old friend, Paige.'' David replied. ''The girl who you once loved so much? The one who died?'' she asked stroking his hair gently. David turned to her and smiled slightly, ''Yeah, that one.'' He told her. ''She kissed me a few hours before she died, I'll never forget that.'' He knew Rose wouldn't get jealous, because she knew that he loved her and didn't want anyone else. Rose wrapped her arms around her husband, ''Lets go home'' she said quietly. David smiled slightly at her and nodded.
He placed Paige's picture in the box on top of his other stuff and closed the locked. Rose took his hand and together they walked off slowly. David felt a warm breeze behind him and looked around to see his old uniform move slightly. He shrugged the strange, though comforting feeling off and walked over to his car with Rose, his wife.
Is there a reason
Why a broken dream can never fly?
Is there a reason
You believe and then you close your eyes?
Give me a reason
Why you hide away so much inside.
If there's a reason,
I don't know why.
'Dear Cole,
I am so sorry that I've left you alone with Paris and Glen like that. I am sorry that I might not have told you about what was going to happen, but I have only just found out myself and I can't believe that I need to leave you. I wouldn't have left you if I wasn't sure that you can raise Gen and Paris on your own, though. I have lots of trust in you and I know that you can continue to live without me, because you're a fighter Cole. When I have died you can help Piper and Phoebe to kill the Source, because I have vowed my heart to you, remember? And with that a part from the Power of Three. You were my 'One' Cole, the guy who was made for me. You have treated me so well and I can not say anything else than thank you. Thank you for the wonderful time we've had together and thank you for a beautiful daughter. I will always love you, Cole, even when I'm not around anymore. You were the best thing that has ever happened to me and that will never ever change. I will never be totally gone, because I will always be with you in your heart. Please let me be the one who you remember as the love of your life, Cole. That's the last thing I wish for.
I love you. Forever,
Your Paige.'
Cole ran a finger across the places where some of Paige's fallen tears had dried up and bit his lower lip hard, causing it to start bleeding. He laid down on bed and started crying. After 15 years of not having let a single tear flow, Cole finally broke down.
Is there a reason
Why a broken heart begins to cry?
Is there a reason
You were lost although you don't know why?
Give me a reason
Why you never want to say goodbye.
If there's a reason
I don't know why.
Paris put the plates with dinner down on the table and looked at the time. Glen was, as usual, late again. She rolled her eyes and walked towards the bottom of the stairs. '"Dad! Dinner's ready!'' she called, but didn't get a response from upstairs. ''Dad?'' she waited, but again no one responded.
She raised her eyebrow slightly confused and walked up the stairs, ''Dad? Where are you?'' Paris heard a sound coming from Cole's bedroom and opened the door carefully. She found her father laying on the bed, still crying softly. His face half covered by one of the pillows. ''Dad..'' she whispered. ''What's wrong?'' she walked over to the bed tentatively.
''Paige..'' Cole murmered. ''I miss her so much.'' He dug his fingers deeper into the pillow. Paris could feel the tears forming in her own blue eyes. She sat down next to her father on the bed. ''It's okay dad.'' She rubbed his back gently. Cole shook his head, ''She just came to.. see me. In the attic.'' He sobbed. Paris smiled weakly and noticed the letter in Cole's hand. ''Did she give you that?'' she asked.
''No.'' Cole moved slightly. ''She wrote it to me 15 years ago and I never found it, but she told me where it was.'' He said. ''She was so beautiful Paris, she didn't look a day older and she was even prettier than I remembered.'' Paris smiled as the tears started to run down her cheeks. She laid down next to Cole and he put an arm around her, ''You remind me so much of your mom, Sweetie. You look so much like her, except for your eyes, they're..-'' ''Yours, I know.'' Paris sighed deeply.
''Can we summon her once?'' she whispered, wiping her tears away. Cole nodded and stroked her arm softly. ''If you want that.'' He replied, closing his eyelids. Paris cuddled into him and closed her eyes as well. Soon they both fell asleep like that, forgetting about dinner and forgetting about getting mad at Glen for being late again, who sneaked into the house at midnight. 5 hours later, being completely oblivious to what had happened earlier and wondering where everybody had gone.
Paige watched her son from above and smiled to herself, she was sure Cole would manage for another 4 years and after that, she and her husband, the one she had never stopped loving, would finally be reunited again.
I don't know why.
I don't know why.
I don't know why.
The End...
Notes; sniffle sniffle Well that was it then. I'm so sorry for not brining Paige back, it just figured this would be a better ending. I really hope you thought it was a good ending and who knows I might do a Sequel, it depends if I feel upto it. Please leave a review. My first story is finished! xxxxxx - sas
