Seems Like Royalty

XXXVII: Badass grandfather and a happy ever after

A/N: Behold the final chapter. Thank you for reading this despite the lack of edit. Thank you so much, everyone!

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One of the most common dreams that every person had was falling. You dream that you're falling from the sky, falling from the roof, or falling from a rollercoaster. Then, your foot would just jerk and you're suddenly awake.

According to dream psychology, falling in a dream might mean the following: a physical sensation of a drop on blood pressure, a falling of your spirituality, lack of balance or a low self-esteem.

My dream, however, was not just about falling. It consisted of me falling from a cliff and straight down to the ocean, drowning. It means you are feeling something that is kept repressed within you. I woke up because of that, breathing heavily.

"Honey? Oh my God. You're awake!"

My eyelids fluttered and saw Mom smiling at me. "Mom..."

She made a steeple on her mouth with her hands. "Oh honey. I was so worried."

I tried to sit up, but winced at the pain in my stomach. "Ow."

"Careful," she reminded, helping me up. "There you go."

"What happened, Mom?" My voice was husky and I felt stiff.

She sniffed, obviously depressed. "We were looking for you during the party. Then, Ethan comes in, carrying unconscious you in his arms. And we saw Blake too. And I have never been so scared."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"You know, you should've told us."

"You wouldn't have let me go," I said.

"Yes, we wouldn't."

Then, I remembered Blake. He was shot by Finn. "Where's Blake?"

Mom looked disturbed with what I asked. She was careful not to meet my eyes.

"Mom, where's Blake?" Tears started filling my eyes. Blake couldn't be dead. No, please. Not him.

"Honey..."

I was already weeping now. "Where's Blake?" I hadn't told him that I loved him back. I didn't think I would be able to recover with this loss.

"Why are you crying? I just didn't answer you and you start crying. Blake's inside his room. He's resting," she informed.

"He's not dead?" I asked, the tone of my voice taking up a notch.

She seemed horrified. "Of course not! Amber, how could you say that?!" I let out a deep breath that I didn't know I was holding. He was alive. Shit. He was alive. Everything seemed unimportant next to that information.

"B-But he was-he was shot, wasn't he?"

Mom just smiled. "It would be better if you talk to him, instead."

"I thought he's resting," I muttered, still not over the fact that he was alive.

"Well, that was a few hours ago. I think he's up now too. Are you fine enough to stand? Does your stomach hurt?"

I moved the quilt away from me, struggling to stand. Unexpectedly, my abdomen throbbed when I stretched. There wasn't anything I could do about that, though. I looked at my clothes. I was in my pajamas. "I think I'm okay. Can you please help me to his room?"