And another story comes to an end. I hope you've all enjoyed reading this and that you like the ending- please review- let me know.
I know the issues this story raised are experienced by more women than it appears on the surface and even though this ends happily, it's a story, a dramatisation, for a lot of people it's not the way that things go. Violence whether physical or psychological is never okay, and if you know someone who is in this position then please urge them to talk to someone, and support them in making a change that would no doubt will be difficult. Below I've listed two domestic violence charities that do a great deal in supporting women in/leaving/and have been in abusive relationships. If you could spare a few moments to read about them and perhaps even donate it would be wonderful:
- Refuge: .uk
- Women's Aid: .uk
Walking on Ashes
(One Year Later)
(Epilogue)
The night seemed to stretch out above them for miles on end as they walked through the Vegas streets, their fingers tangled together as they refused to let go of each other. Neon lights surrounded them as the night refused to slow the city down, everything coming to life against the dark.
Greg led Sara up the narrow stairwell to the restaurant floor, his hand on the small of her back, the silky fabric of her dress beneath his palm. A shiver of anticipation ran through his spine as he realised that tonight was it- everything would either fall into place or fall apart.
Music played softly in the background, the piano notes floating through the space as they were led to their table. The very same table they had been at a year earlier, the small card read 'Sanders' in the same font, there were still lilies on the table display.
A lot of things that changed in that year, everything had seemed to be back on track, and it was as if they had never been apart. All of the love they had once had for each other settling back in their lives as if it had never been gone. The scars had faded and everything was how it always should have been.
Sara turned to look at him with a quirk of her eyebrow, as she tried to gauge what was happening as Greg took her hand. With nothing but a smile he got down on one knee waiting for Sara to respond but she didn't say anything watching him in surprise.
"Sara I know things haven't always been easy for us...and a lot of that has been my fault. But I want you to know that I never want to let you down again...Please give me the chance to prove it to you for the rest of our lives" He fished out the small velvet box from the inside of his jacket, opening it and turning it to show Sara the sparkling ring.
Her mouth made an 'oh' shape as she looked into his eyes, it suddenly striking her that she didn't have time to think about this. She needed to answer. It was impulse.
Greg had done so well and it seemed to all of sudden sink in that she wanted to marry him, to be married to him. Sara leant down kissing him softly, brushing a hand across his cheek with a smile.
"Yes" She whispered to him.
"Yes?" Greg seemed slightly surprised as he looked into her eyes.
"Yes" Sara repeated realising that she had never been surer of anything else before. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Greg, through all of the good and bad times.
More than anything Sara knew that always wanted Greg to be there no matter what.
The End