"The Pianist"
~Epilogue~
*Two Days Later*
Sweet revelation. Sweet somber song. Wind blows over the grave, blowing leaves over and around the stone that bears the name Troy Bolton. It's a biting chill, with miserable grey clouds surrounding the village; no-one ventures hear save for the brunette with the scarred face, but she hasn't been here today. Perhaps that is a blessing, no one can hear the singing of angels but the dying, no one can hear the speaking of angels but those who are chosen to hear them. No one can see them without their eyes burning without being chosen.
Perhaps that is why it happened the way it did. The wind blowing fiercely and a light; pure white and white hot in everything good; plunges down from the heavens and shakes the earth as if someone digging through the dirt with only their bare hands.
There's a lot on this earth that cannot be explained, but then again...crash! a hand comes from the dirt; covered in grime and mud.
Somethings are better left without an explanation...until later.
That's the end! *yes I left it open for a possible sequel* I am happy for all the followers I had for this story since the beginning of it. Told you I'd bring Troy back from the dead...
Final question(s): What did you think of the ending and everything leading up to it? What do you think awaits for Troy now? What will Gabriella do if/when she finds that Troy is alive? David and Lorana, do you think they are to be wolves forever?
I really want to see your answers on this. Please, answer.
Loves + Hugs,
Elena xxx