Both Penny and Damien took the skeleton that belonged to her father back to the mansion’s forest that came after the bridge. Taking the shovels from the mansion, Penny helped along with Damien in digging out the grave. Deep enough so that the rain and wind would never disturb the body they were going to bury right now.
Little drops of rain started to fall from the sky and they placed the skeleton in the hollow ground. The skeleton could have been buried elsewhere, in a proper graveyard but it was Penny’s wish to keep him close to her where she would be able to meet him without spendings hours in the cemetery.
Penny sat down on the ground, one of her hands touching the wet mud which she didn’t mind. At this point in time, Penny could only hope that her remaining memories with her father would come back to her. Standing up again, she looked at Damien who had been looking at her. Giving her the time she needed to spend with her father.
“I am ready,” she stated. The rain wasn’t pouring down yet and was only drizzling, giving the pair the time they needed in the forest.They started pushing the mud, covering the skeleton, and filling up the hollow. Penny was the last one to even the ground and she made sure it was compact and firm.
“I will have Kreme place a headstone tomorrow so that no one comes to move it. The entire plot that starts from here until the next two towns belong to Quinn’s,” he said to her, walking to her side, he placed his hand around her shoulder.
They didn’t speak another word but stood there in silence before the rain could start pouring, Damien and Penny had left the forest to get back to their rooms.Penny didn’t stay copped in the room for supper and instead she went down along with Damien to eat with everyone. The family was already under the difficult time of Grace missing and she didn’t want to add her own feelings to pile it up.
The room was quiet, everyone had their meal in silence and left one after another to go back to their own rooms.
At the time of night, Penny unable to sleep as the scene kept flooding over and over again in front of her eyes. She walked towards the patio, not scared or worried anymore about her falling down because she knew if she would fall she would be back up again. She clutched on to the railings, a sigh escaping from her lips.
It seemed like everything was trying to fall back into place in her life. There had been days and nights where she had wondered to herself if she would ever be able to meet her father again so that she could have a grave for him so that she could visit him. It was a bittersweet moment. To have him near yet not alive was something that pierced her heart.
She hadn’t felt this much pain when she didn’t know much about her father whilst when she was living together with her mother but at that point in time, she believed she had not met her and when she did, she cherished the moments she had created with him.
Damien hadn’t slept.
He had laid next to her on the bed with his eyes close, giving her the company she needed to sleep but he knew her mind was disturbed. To see the parent who was loving to die right in front of her eyes, it was hurting her. Moving the sheets, he stepped out of the bed and walked towards the patio. He didn’t go to her wanting to give her the space she needed right now to mourn for her father. Penny knew he would be right next to her if she needed him and he would never let go of her.
She had come very far from being a normal human who was working in the theater to earn money to closing the portal of the black witches to stop the oncoming chaos. And to see her grow to what she had become today, Damien was proud to say that she was the woman who he loved and had given his heart too.
Penny looked at the clouds that had taken a pause from raining. The wind was cold that touched her skin. Instinctively, she turned around to meet Damien who stood right behind her.
“Don’t you ever question how things might turn out?” she asked him, “I am a witch…I don’t think you ever imagined yourself to live your life with a witch.”
There was a part of her that was scared. She wasn’t just part of her father but also part of her mother, the black witch in her had started to transform when the portal had been opened by the black witches.
Damien was leaning against the side of the door with his hands in his pockets when he responded back to her question, “I don’t think I ever imagined myself to live with anyone, considering the kind of person I am I would find every single person as a peasant in my eyes.”
A small smile made to Penny’s lips.
“When you fall in love, nothing matters Penelope. I think it’s like that for many people who share such intense feelings that the kind of creature or the kind of person you are, you will learn to look past it and love the person. Didn’t you love me despite all my amazing characteristics?” he asked her, “It doesn’t matter who your parents were, they don’t define you Penny.”
“I feel very fortunate to have met you, Damien.”
“I know. I have that effect on people. What can I say? People meet me and I change their lives,” he grinned to see the smile on her face broadened.
Penny stepped away from the patio and walked towards him, “You are doing wonderful,” Damien raised both his hands and shrugged his shoulders.
