Here is the second part to the series of epilogues. This is from Sebastien's POV! Enjoy!

Twelve years later...

Epilogue: Sebastien

"Tag, you're it!" shouted my adoptive daughter Angeline. "Catcha me if ya can!" Gilbert wiped the grass stains from falling down and ran for me. Being the closest to him, I was an easy shot. I chased after Angeline again and managed to carry her onto my shoulders.

"Now I'm it again!" she giggled, and I placed her back down. She ran after Auguste, her hair flying in the wind. I sat there and watched them play their game.

Life has been like this since I met Carol. She broke the silence I have been keeping during my week of silence. Eventually I decided to not speak during this special week to remember Auguste's death. To remind myself of how grateful I am for my vocal chords to fully heal. To honor the day I met my first love.

Being in a music career, Carol has become famous and wealthy, but that isn't why I married her. It all started out at a young age. Every now and then Serge and Gilbert would take me to her house for their music session- while she would visit us too- and we couldn't just take our eyes off each other. Pascal calls it chemistry, and for once I believe his science talk. That's why I couldn't wait to see her again after her year-long tour around Europe.

When she came back off the train I remember spinning her in my arms like those couples in novels I've read. Even though we were only twelve, I remember our first passionate kiss when I put her down on the ground. Carol's mother took an instant liking to me from then.

After we graduated from college we married young, and then became young parents too. It is a rarity for a woman to have multiple children, so we were grateful for the triplet boys. I still feel sorry for Angeline passing on on the night of her own daughter's birth; she married again, but her husband died in a carriage accident earlier. She was also Carol's closest friend, so we named the baby after her dead mother, who turns out to look like her in many ways.

"C'mon you four, it's supper soon!" Carol called out to us. Gilbert just tagged Serge and ran inside before he could tag him back. They ran into the mansion first while I strode to meet Carol. I picked up a pencil and paper and wrote on it.

Are my brother and his friends coming soon? I wrote down.

"They sent a letter earlier while you were at work this afternoon," she replied; I'm a security guard at various places. "Karl and Pascal are coming with their families. Serge and Gilbert, unfortunately, can't make it." I nodded and left to set up the table With the kids.

We all put out the plates and utensils while Carol was cooking in the kitchen; she prefers to do things herself rather than be lazy and hire servants. Actually, only Serge and I set up the table while the other three were playing hide-and-seek. It seems that like the first Serge, my son is responsible.

"Honey, kids," my wife called out to us, "can you come in here, please?" The kids ran into the kitchen first.

"I'm it, so remember that," Serge told his siblings. He ruffled Angeline's hair, who gave him a dagger look.

"Sergie, I just finished making my hair perfect!" she complained to her brother, then ran upstairs. Angeline is very proud of her golden curls.

"Hey Gilbert, Susan's coming over," Auguste informed Gilbert of their cousin. "Are you going to sit next to her and play spin the bottle later?" Gilbert pushed him.

"Shut up, Augu!" he shouted, calling him by his nickname the way the first Gilbert does.

I was finally able to shut the boys up by gently hitting them on the backs of their heads. They quieted down and we listened to Carol's news. There were tear stains all over her cheeks.

"We all know how much we love our friends, or your uncles, Serge and Gilbert. The reason why they won't be coming over today is because they... th-they... they died last night!" she choked. She gave me Karl and Pascal's letter. "They told me everything that happened in that letter. I wasn't sure when to tell you. Serge died of tuberculosis while Gilbert committed suicide."

Carol cried on my shoulders, tears coming out of my eyes too. The boys started crying too. When Angeline came back downstairs, she began to cry when we told her what happened.

There was a knock on the door and the doorbell rang too. Carol wiped up her tears and went to answer it. Karl, Pascal, and their families were on the other side.