Epilogue.


The rain fell heavily against her as she ran. Although it was no use. They'd find her eventually. They always did. You can't win a game with their rules. Her breaths became shorter as she ran, a sharp twinge of pain flashed away at her side. A sickness brewed in her stomach. Screams formed in her throat. Yet she couldn't stop. There was no more time. No time to lose it. They were coming.


It had been four months since it happened. Yet it still plagued her dreams. It was the same every night. She'd fall asleep and dream of him. No amount of sleeping pills seemed to have any effect. No matter how much she drank, she couldn't drown them out.

Even curled tight in her lover's arms she couldn't forget it. It was there at the back of her head, whispering to her, reminding her it was still there. No escape.

There had been countless therapy sessions organised by her paranoid Mother. No shrink could really tell her why. Perhaps because she always lied. Yes it was true it was an awful time in her life, she never wanted to see another dead body. Let alone Henry's. That was what she felt the most guilt about, letting him die for her. Allowing Kate to become a widow, stealing her husband from her. It drove her mad when she thought about it too much.

That wasn't the lie.

The lie was about him. Always about him. She had painted him to be a monster, which he was. A fiend who delighted in others pain, which he did. How much his actions disgusted her, of course they did.

How she hated him.

Hate.

That was the thing. The squirming itch she had whenever she recalled his face. The devilish smirk, the handsome features. It all was a lie, a false truth.

Yet one she couldn't forget. Didn't want to.

He was part of who she was now.

She had Stephen to fill the empty space inside her. They would talk and fuck, tangle in each other's arms until morning. Just like they used to. She was determined to make this work. She hated being alone.

...

Now something was missing.

She blamed him.

Rightly so, he had taken something from her. Something she couldn't get back.

...

The police never found it either. The frame was smashed completely. But it was empty. No picture. No smiling faces anymore.

...

He'd taken something from her.

But little did she know, she'd taken something from him. Something no one ever got.

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Something his cold heart desperately wanted back.

Mercy.

.x.


A/N: A little dark there, I'll admit.

Hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I had writing it.

xo.