Full regrets to this story to be closing up. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!
So here you go, last but not least.
Epilogue
Another person dead.
Because of me.
Wherever I go I leave a path of destruction and death in my wake.
I try. I really do.
But it never works, does it?
So here I was, once again.
At the side of a dead being, crying.
Not just because of the man's death.
But because he died protecting me.
And now I realized that it was true concern, what I saw in those gray eyes. And love.
More than a friend, more than a brother.
But what could I do?
It was to be forever unrequited.
So I slid those eyelids shut, gently. I covered the gaping hole in his chest with his dark cape.
And I whispered my thanks, my sorrow.
My apology.
What could I do?
"The child is gone."
The second blow.
We cried for days.
For weeks.
And I knew that if he had been born his middle name would have been Heste.
And we'd tell him about his namesake.
And later he'd understand what that late man had felt.
But now it was all gone.
All because of that single fruit.
Sometimes I wondered if I could go back and change that single link.
That single link, that single crack in the glass that created the whole web of reactions and consequences.
Because, as I did not know, there was much, much more to come.
I'm sorry if the ending came too fast, but I just thought I might cut it shorter because I might be considering a sequel. I need your opinions on this please, especially you-who-do-not-review. And yes, that means you too. So pleaaaase, tell me your thoughts!
And thankyouthankyouthankyou for reading and reviewing!
See ya next time,
Cinquain :)