Graced by her magic, her Earth Fae touch… her final goodbye.
My little rose. My sweet, beautiful, Aflora. Taken by this world. This unfair, cruel, wretched existence.
There was no coming back from this.
No more tricks of time.
No more plays up my sleeve.
This was it.
Just me… my Aflora… and her final kiss of a rose petal on my wrist.
He’s won, I realized. Constantine… has won.
I was always meant to love her and lose her. Because death will always find a way.