A/C: This is my first fanfic and I don't own any of the characters in it; They belong to God (aka Richard O'Brien)!
Yes, I have changed. I know that very well. Whether for the better or the worse is of no real concern to me. Not anymore, I suppose. I guess I do feel bad about Columbia dieing, the poor thing, but what's done is done. It can't be helped. Still, the castle was much more quiet after she died and I did miss having another girl to talk to. At least I still have Riff Raff. He kept me going, giving me a reason to live. If not for him, I don't think I could have moved on The memories will always haunt me but he made those nights bearable enough that, eventually, I slept. When he first told me his plan, I questioned his sanity even though I had already made up my mind to help him. I didn't need to be persuaded. I was so desperate to leave that I didn't even care about Columbia losing her life. I just wanted to get home. I got my wish. Riff and I returned to Transsexual where we bought a house on the shore of the beautiful sea. I write these words in the soft sand so that the waves may wash away the pain from three years ago. So I stand here with the tide coming in. As the cool water brushes my writing away, at last I have relief from the past. I grin as laughter bubbles from my lips. Riff walks to me, smiling, and hugs me to him as we watch the first moon set, knowing that it will rise again tomorrow to bring another day. Finally, I have a chance to start a new life with my brother. Finally, I am free.
A/C: R&R! please...