Okay, before I start blowing my top, I have to do what's resonable: this "epilouge" contains TSFT spoliers. If you haven't read the book, I suggest you to stop reading now. I don't want to ruin anyone's excitement.
Yes yes yes. I have to put a right to this. Peanut butter and jelly, mhm, that's what I'm gonna do.
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I sit alone in the old apartment I have come to know. It is admist tall buildings I wouldn't even dream of seeing in my life; their towering figures give me a sense of security. I have tried my hardest to make this home feel warm and inviting, but hints of emptiness taunt from the walls and corners, and it is an accurate reflection of my heart.
Pure boredom and sorrow casts a shadow across my bosom, but I'm afraid the sorrow is the one responsible for the ache plainly thumping in my chest. I bit my lip lightly, peering out of the acute, but cheerful, window. Clouds and puffs of smoke compete for the sky's attention, reminding me of the realms and the Winterlands. How long ago that seemed, that day I knew would change the history of illusion and reality...and my love life.
Fresh tears sting my eyes, and I will myself not to think about it any further. I have learnt to exclude everything from my mind not long ago, but that skill does not answer my call this time. How could the timing be so perfect? Why couldn't they take someone else? Everything would be fine if ...
If. What a powerful word; I could entertain myself the rest of my life with endless ifs. I laugh bitterly to myself and let out a silent "Ha!".
Without really wanting to leave my spot beside the window, I take slow steps over to my bookshelf and run my finger along the spines of the dearest friends I have known. I lick my lips while I try to decide on something comfortable to read but find nothing. I am sad to say that I only have a few books waiting on the wooden shelf, for I don't want to waste my dear allowance upon them. Not yet.
My letters sent back to London are cheerful and witty, and almost nothing I write seems to be true. I fall onto my bed snuggled deep into a corner, bringing up my knees to my chest, suddenly feeling like a failure. Come now, Gemma. Think of all the things you have accomplished. Pish-posh. In every letter I have stated that I am well and am faring well with my studies in university. Would they know I have lied? I do not feel bloody well, not since ... I bury my face in my arms, hoping to keep the tears at bay, for once I start crying, I don't believe I would ever stop. As for university, well now, I have not been going to university, as my family suspects. I have decided I wouldn't do well studying and learning the complicated studies of life. I am in no shape for learning, nonetheless living on my own.
I lean back, a hopeless shell of a woman. I feel something hard under my neat blankets and pull out a book with the title A New Dawn, and I vaguely remember it as a romance story. I narrow my eyes at the happy couple holding hands on the cover. Happy endings and romance indeed! Before I can think, I toss it hard across the room, immediately feeling sorry for doing so as the binding of the book falls apart.
"I don't care a bloody bit that you've fallen apart, you blasted liar!" I scream at the mess of pages lying silent on the floor. Unexpected tears roll down my cheeks, and I wipe them away hastily. I turn away so I face the happy wallpaper covered in flowers and vines. "Not a bloody bit."I sniffle in a strangled voice. Salty tears run fiercly down my pale cheeks in thin rivers.
Was it a mistake to come so far to New York? I left everything behind: my reputation, my identity, my history, and a world of magic and dreams. But even magic cannot bring back the dead. My prospect of a new life is nothing but an emptiness that threatens to devour me whole. I am a girl of only seventeen, as my birthday was just last month. The terrible yet beautiful May was only two months ago, but it seems only a distant memory in the depths of my mind.
Although the time says a quarter past two, I still don't feel hungry; but I don't believe I will ever feed my hunger, for there isn't a way I can ever feed it.
The ticks of seconds resound in my head, and I soon fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.
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Yeahh. There you go, part I of my epilouge for TSFT. I have already typed up part II but I want to wait for this idea to go around - and make sure everyone likes it.
Yes yes, I can assure you that the ending is actually HAPPY this time. The kind of happy that makes you feel all warm inside. Yay.
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