|| Rosalie’s Pov ||
And I finally stopped when my eyes found her name. My mother’s. Carved into the stone. Right beside hers, my father’s. Both in the front row.
My breath faltered. I stepped closer. My hands were trembling slightly. My knees bent before I could stop them and I found myself kneeling on the ground in front of them.
My eyes suddenly felt so warm. I pressed my lips together trying not to cry. I closed my eyes, letting the ache rise in my chest and I gently joined my hands in prayer.
“H-hi Momma.” as I mumbled, tears came out of my eyes. My heart felt so, so, so heavy. “I missed you, Momma. I missed you so much.”
|| Author POV ||
Killian quietly followed her, then stood still just a few steps behind her.
His eyes settled on her kneeling figure before the tombs. His expr
