I cried, moving his eyes closed. He was gone, and nothing I could say or do would bring him back. He had died, with all of my passion and love. Oh, I could only imagine Grayson's reaction to his dead son. I was out until tommorow night. I could go to him. 

I floated through the halls, searching for my friend from 20 years ago. Then, I saw a man with light blue eyes. Those eyes that were now heavy with the troubles of a kingdom, but the same eyes I'd secretly been in love with, the eyes that pierced my heart and soul, the eyes that I'd seen when we fought side-by-side, the ones I'd missed this 20 years and will always remember. The icy blue eyes of my Grayson. 

I stopped floating and walked right up to his sleeping form, shining in the moonlight.I gently touched his shoulder and he turned over. Here it comes! He stared at me. He slowly got up and moved towards me.

"H-H-Hope? But... but... you..."

"I'm here Grayson. It's really me!"

"HOPE! MY HOPE! YOU'RE ALIVE!"

In that moment, I saw the Grayson I'd known, under the beard and age. He ran up to me and lifted me in the air. He kissed my cheek and put me down. Everything felt weird to me right now.

"I never got to tell you how much I loved you before you left us. When my wife died-"

I flinched. It was so weird that my Grayson had a wife. And it wasn't me. He saw this and dropped the topic.

"I love you Hope. Even when I married Vanessa, I never stop thinking of you. I spent every day looking at your portrait, your house. It's been 20 years, but I still love you just as much."

"I came because I had to tell you something. Your son is dead."

His eyes froze like ice and a mad rage took over him.

"He's WHAT?!"

"I'm sorry. I loved him as much as you do me. And I saw him die. He was stabbed. I cried. We were in love. He looked so much like you, and I just fell in love with him when he died. We'd just had our first kiss."

Tears welled in my eyes.

"Oh, Hope."

He hugged me, but this was more fatherly than before. I guess I see him differently after all this time. But I will still love him, always. We cried together that night. As we did everything, back when we were young.

And I made a promise to Oliver's murderer.

Whoever you are, where ever you are, I will find you. I will find out who you are and you will regret the day you messed with me and my loved ones. You will regret messing with Hope Primrose. You will regret killing my Oliver, and that's a promise.