Authoress sings "A Little Fall Of Rain" from Les Miserables "A little fall of rain can't hurt me now… An April shower makes the flowers grow." Hey! I'm not that fat! It's not over till the FAT Lady sings.
"And that's how it happened." Holly finished telling her story to her children and smiled. Her sons Artemis and James were engaged to be married to two wonderful women, and Kamiara was a new mother. They seemed shocked at the extent of their parent's saga, from their father's transformation from a cold, heartless boy to a kind, loving man.
"Mami," Kamiara spoke, cradling her daughter, "Why did you and Daddy get married? It seems like you should hate him."
Holly sighed, unsure of how to reply. "That's really complicated. I did hate him, but eventually we fell in live. We actually got married because of you and Artemis. I was pregnant at our wedding."
"Oh. So it's our fault?"
"No! It's not your fault, we probably would have gotten married anyways, but you two just kind of sped it up a bit."
"Really?"
"Yes. He told me that he had no regrets, that he would die a happy man." Holly sighed, remembering the deathbed scene of her beloved.
"It's late. I need to go put Aimee to bed. I'll see you tomorrow, Mami." Kamiara said her farewells, taking her daughter. Artemis and James took their leaves as well, leaving Holly alone.
"Finally." She rose and walked to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, holding the snapshot of her family when James was still a baby, barely three months old. They were standing around Artemis and herself; Artemis and Kamiara were standing on either side of her, looking at their new brother.
"I miss that time." She was speaking to herself, and Artemis if he could hear it. "Arty, you would be so proud! Kami had a baby girl, her name's Aimee. James and Artemis are engaged. They all resemble you in terms of intelligence and in some ways, looks." She sighed, set down the picture, and slept. Even though her eyes were closed, she could see a blotch of white light, shining down like a skylight. She felt herself float through the light, and her eyes fluttered open. She was standing in a pure white room with a bed in the middle. The bed was hidden in shadows, but she saw a shadowy form sitting on it.
"Who…who are you?"
The thing moved into the light and smiled. "Holly, I'm surprised you don't recognize me." Her love smiled at her, he looked young again, like he was twenty.
"Artemis!" She gasped, flinging her arms around her neck. They were both young and in the prime of their lives. He caught her and held her. They were finally together again, after so many years of being apart.
A fat lady wearing a Viking hat sings an aria. This is the end of How to Tell Him. I have no idea if I can write a sequel, if the inspiration comes, I might right an oneshot. I love you all for reading and reviewing. This is the longest I managed to stick with something, thank you for all of the encouragement, pokes, and threats. If I could impose on you, could you please go and read my newer fic, The Mystery? I love you all,
The psycho squirrel,
Bluesparks