Okay you guys, here's what I did. I made two different epilogues!

The first one is here and is a different version from the second one, which will be uploaded soon.

Please don't hate me!

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I sat on the floor of my bedroom, surrounded by boxes filled with my things. I had just finished putting all of my clothes in some of those boxes, and had decided to take a break.

Footsteps approached the room and the door creaked open. "[First name]?" Makoto said my name as he walked towards me. I looked up at him. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded my head and Makoto crouched down. Even squatting, he was still a little taller than I was. He reached out and pulled my head forward so I was leaning against his chest. "This move will be good for us," he told me.

"Mmmhmmm," I quietly agreed.

"Are you still mad over what happened?" Makoto asked, a slight tone of his own anger seeping into his voice.

"No," I told him.

"Good!" Makoto said, happily. "Come on. Let me show you what I did."

I didn't want to see what he did. I didn't want to look at what he did. I had already seen it once before, and it was plenty enough for me. I didn't say that though for I feared he would get mad, and I stood to my feet, allowing Makoto to guide me out of the room.

Makoto held my hand tightly as he led me through the house, to the backyard. He stood with me on the porch, and had me stand in front of him so he could wrap his arms around me from behind. "See that tree over there?" Makoto pointed at a large tree that stood only a few feet from us.

I nodded.

"Right underneath it is where he is," Makoto said, tightening his hold on me.

I could see the freshly turned soil from where Makoto had dug a hole and filled it back up. It disgusted me so much on the inside, yet I couldn't react to it like I did the first time. Maybe it was because that sort of thing had already happened? Did the shock from the first time ready me for the second time? I should have been crying or something, but I just stood there motionlessly.

"What do you think?" Makoto asked.

"I think the next family that will live here will be surprised if they dig it up," I told him.

"That won't happen," Makoto said, "The hole is quite deep."

I was quite for a few seconds. I was torn between being glad the hole was dug deep and wishing the hole wasn't deep. I almost wanted the next family to find it so Makoto could be thrown in jail and I would be free of him.

My spine suddenly straightened at the thought, and I perked up. Was it possible to get Makoto thrown in jail? He was with me twenty four hours everyday, so it would be near impossible but...it was worth a try right?

Thinking maybe the impossible was possible, I turned around in Makoto's arms and looked up at him. "I'm glad we're moving."

"You are?" Makoto started to grin. "That's the first time I've heard you say that."

I nodded my head. "Please take me away from here," I told him.

Makoto kissed my forehead and said, "We're out of here tomorrow."

I closed my eyes and suddenly felt a new excitement bubble up within me. It was more hope than excitement, honestly. I was ready for this.

The next day, as I was handing the wife of the new family the deed to the house, I slipped another piece of paper into her pocket. She looked at me with widened eyes, and I nodded softly. I walked towards Makoto who was waiting for me by our car. "What was that you put in her pocket?" he asked me.

"It was just a store receipt she dropped earlier by accident," I told him. I stood on my tiptoes and pulled Makoto down to meet me by the collar of his shirt. I pressed a kiss to his cheek and turned to climb into the passenger seat of the car.

A week passed, and we had settled down in our new home.

One night, I was curled up with Makoto in bed. Well, he had one arm around me and was laying behind me. I didn't know if he was awake, and I whispered his name.

"Yes?" he muttered, somewhere between being awake and being asleep.

It took me a few seconds to realize my eyes were watering. "I'm pregnant," I whispered to him.

"What?" Makoto suddenly sounded more awake this time. He turned me around to face him and he pressed his forehead against mine. "Are you really?"

I nodded my head.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

By that time tears were freely falling down my face. I shook my head. "Are you happy?" I asked him.

"I am if you are," Makoto said, kissing the tears on my cheeks.

I nodded my head. "I am," I told him. "I'm really happy."

"Then I am too," he said, kissing my lips.

The tears continued falling down my face in the following silence. They even continued falling as our front door was broken down, and policemen filed into our room.

Five officers stood in our bedroom, each of them held guns aimed at Makoto.

"What is this?" he asked as he was pulled to his feet by a sixth officer with a pair of handcuffs.

"Tachibana Makoto you are under arrest for the murder of two innocents," the sixth officer told him.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Makoto said as his own tears pricked his eyes. The tormented look on his face was one I would never forget.

"We were tipped by the wife of the family who bought your last house," one of the officers explained to Makoto. "She said she was told by [Last] [First] about your victims whereabouts. Fingerprints found on both bodies confirmed it was you who killed them."

Makoto's eyes met mine. Tears continued to fall down my face, and I could see Makoto was crying too.

"It was you?" he whispered. He looked and sounded so heartbroken, my heart was hurting.

"You killed those two men, Makoto. You made me move in the first place, and I was happy at first, but then you killed the first man. We moved again, and you killed another. How could I sit by while you kill innocents?"

"I was protecting you!" Makoto told me. "They were going to hurt you!"

"No they weren't," I whispered.

"I love you [First name]! You were the only woman I ever wanted, so why..." Makoto was breathing heavily, "why you?"

"I just told you," I said. "I can't sit by while you kill people, Makoto."

"[First name]..."

"I love you...Makoto. I'm always going to love you."

From where I sat, I could see the tears fall down Makoto's cheeks. He looked so hurt and half of me wanted to hold him, but the other half of me wanted to laugh. He brought his misfortune upon himself.


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