momo’s note: This is in fact, the finale of My Darling 2. It is a bit short, and I apologize for that, but I think the ending will compensate for that. Thank you to all the readers who’ve read from the beginning along with all the readers who joined along the way! I genuinely love and appreciate every single one of you and your wonderful comments that keep me motivated. I hope to hear from you all when My Darling 3 begins!
It took a while, but Seymour definitely stuck to his word. Almost a year had passed, and while the twins were away in Midnight Hollow for another year of bewitchment school, my husband and I set sail in Isla Paradiso to work things out between us.
Instead of buying a car, we saved up some money for a rather shoddy old houseboat, and fixed what needed fixing on our own.
It was obvious that he was genuinely trying to make things right, which meant the world to me! I had a wonderful feeling that we’d happily spend the rest of our lives together.
We talked about everything, openly and honestly. We laughed, we cried, we cringed, and we held each other, confessing, and pouring our hearts out. It was definitely something we’ve been needing for a long, long time.
He was so affectionate, too! He kissed me every chance he got, and it made me feel like we were in college again.
All the butterflies that I thought I’d never see again from Seymour were officially back, and I was on cloud nine!
I was always aware that we were surrounded by water, the cause of my first death. And sure it scared me, but I felt invincible in my Husbands warm, loving arms. I knew that this was something we’d probably never get the chance to do again, so I pushed that into the back of my mind.
Surprisingly, it began to rain one afternoon. But instead of letting it bum us out, we made the most of it!
Laughing and giggling the entire time, Seymour and I ran to the top deck, and began dancing in the rain! I felt so young and free!
But the mood began to damper as the rain and wind picked up. The skies were so foggy, we couldn’t see into the distance at all. Seymour was getting extremely stressed out, which was starting to panic me.
“Oh god, this isn’t good. That fog is really freaking me out.” Seymour said.
“Seymour….” I whispered, “I’m scared…”
I don’t think he realized that he was scaring me, but when I said something he immediately looked sorry. He cradled my hands, holding me close.
“Don’t be. I was just stressing out like always, okay?”
I closed my eyes and nodded.
“Listen, I’m going to try my best to find land, you stay down here on the bed. Read a book or something, just don’t think about it, okay Kirs?”
I took a deep breath and looked up at him.
“Okay… Be careful please?”
“Ha… I’ll try, babe.”
I sat on the bed nervously awaiting Seymour.
suddenly, my heart dropped as a puddle of water seeping through the crack under the door caught my eye.
Panicking, I knew something was wrong and I couldn’t just sit here.
I ran to the door, as water heavily flowed through, almost pushing me down. I could feel the massive waves causing the boat to sway up and down rigorously.
As my bare feet splashed through the small pool of water, I ran up the stairs to tell Seymour that the boat was beginning to flood.
He was desperately attempting to steer his way through the fog and rain. I don’t think he could even see, because I knew I couldn’t.
“Seymour!” I shouted. “The boat is starting to flood! There’s water filling up downstairs!”
Jumping passed me, he ran to the railing to see for himself.
“Oh shit…” He yelled.
Turning towards me, he firmly gripped my arms.
“Kirs, listen to me okay? We’re going to have to get the emergency rowboat in the basement, and row ourselves to safety okay? Don’t leave my side!”
I quickly glanced towards the ocean and saw waves violently crashing together. My plan to be strong woman who can handle any situation quickly flew out the window, along with all of my dignity. I broke down.
I threw myself into Seymour allowing myself to wail like a small child.
“I’M SO SCARED!” I bawled clenching onto him tightly.
He pushed me back just long enough to kiss me desperately. He squeezed my body so hard, that my lungs began to feel restricted.
By the time we were finally in the rowboat attempting to find safety, the storm had evolved into something reminiscent of hell, as our houseboat began to sink.
I was crying so hard, I began to hyperventilate. I knew the foundation of our safety was unsure, when Seymour began saying ‘I love you Kirsten’ about every fifteen seconds. I clenched my eyes shut and began praying to myself. With each wave, our boat jumped higher and higher into the sky, until finally, we saw the last wave….
“SEYMOUR! SEYMOUR!” I shrieked, as a massive tidal wave was seconds away fron devouring us whole.
He dropped the paddles and threw his body on top of mine, doing his best to shelter me.
“Don’t let go!” He shouted.
But alas, the strength of the wave was far too mighty to avert, and Seymour and I were ripped apart by the overpowering surge of water.
I was then heaved to the bottom of the ocean, as I frantically fought to make my way back up.
Fighting to hold my breath, I kicked and pushed my arms to swim up, but the water kept pushing me down.
Just as I was about to give up, I saw Seymour reaching his hand out to me, and my body kicked back into overdrive.
In one final attempt to fight for survival, I threw myself upward, and reached for my husband’s hand.
But I was off by an inch, and my body couldn’t fight anymore. Letting go was a was a peaceful and familiar feeling that I felt only once before.
Suddenly, everything went dark.
Everybody in Appaloosa Plains know, that when Sheriff Warren knocks on your door, it’s never good news.
“Mrs. Sketti, a word please?”
“Okay, what is this about?” Persephone asked wearily.
“I am very sorry to inform you of this, ma’am, but the missing persons case you filed last week for Seymour Darling and Kirsten Darling has officially been closed. Officials in Isla Paradiso have informed the Appaloosa County Police Department that a pretty massive storm hit, and sunk their houseboat. I’m sorry.”
“NO! NO… No, there must be some sort of mistake, that can’t be true!” Persephone shouted furiously.
“I wish it wasn’t Mrs. Sketti, I’m very sorry. My condolences.”