The new president of the Sons of Anarchy sat at the head of the table. A spot once held by so many men before him. Jackson Teller met Mr. Mayhem by driving his bike into a semi. Chibs thought he would never be able to live up to the legacy of Jax. But he was certainly willing to try. Kiera's murderers were dead, he prayed that she would be able to rest in peace. She was now able to be with her family, those who lost their lives with the club and one day he would join them. More importantly he would join Kiera.
He finished the bottle of scotch in record time that evening. He was living in the house he had moved into with Kiera. She left the house, all her money and everything else she had to him. She knew he would do whatever he could to take care of those they loved until his dying day. He didn't remember passing out but he woke up to a beautiful scene.
The hills of Ireland were so green and the sun was brightly shining. Kiera stood next to him looking more angelic than she ever had before. Her red-blonde hair was glowing and moving across her shoulders from a light breeze. She wore a thin white dress that hugged her curves and touched her knees. Looking down he saw she was bare-foot with black polish on her toes. He smiled knowing that it was her favorite polish. She turned to him, throwing her hair over her shoulder, he gasped at how vibrantly green her eyes were. "Angel," the word barely escaped his lips.
"Hi Filip," she smiled warmly. "Oh wait, guess you expected to see these." A pair of large white wings appeared behind her as she giggled. They were taller than her and touched the ground. They had a feathery texture and looked iridescent in the sunlight. He didn't even care about the wings, he cared his girl was right there in front of him.
Tears were streaming down his face as he pulled her into his arms. "Jesus Kiera. I don' care if I'm dreaming or dead. It's so good te 'ave ye in my arms." He was sobbing into her neck but could smell her scent all around him. She smelled like sunshine and lilac to him, always had. "I love ye. God I love ye so much."
"I love you too, baby." She pulled back and cupped his cheek, tracing his scars with her thumbs. "You have done so well. I am proud of you every day. I'm always watching, always protecting you." She promised, wiping his tears. "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you. I should 'ave been there." She couldn't let him go there, not now. "Sh, sweatheart. You didn't know what was going to happen. It happened for a reason. Just like Jackson. You are going to be amazing as president." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Be amazing for me. And don't you hold back on finding someone who makes you happy. You deserve to be happy."
"No one could ever replace you Kiera. You were my light, my warmth, my angel. I loved you like no one before. I can' imagine loving again." He couldn't imagine another woman coming into his life, his heart. "You will. Just don't run when you find it." The sun began to set behind her, giving her a fiery glow. "Your time here with me is coming to an end. I will be here when it's time for you to join us. Take care of all my boys for me." He could feel himself being pulled away. "No, Key, not yet. I need more time." He took her hands but she became intangible. "Please, love." She smiled as a tear fell from her eye. "I love you." She mouthed as the world disappeared.
He sat up suddenly from the couch he had passed out on. Sweat coated his forehead and tears fell from his eyes. "Kiera," he whispered, his head pounding from his drinking. His angel had appeared to him once again. He finally was able to say his goodbye. It would never be enough. It would never be something he could explain. But it was exactly what he needed. The love of his life was watching over him and everyone else he cared about. He could do this for her, for the club and for himself.
thank you for reading. I am forever grateful to you all. I hope you enjoyed my story.
