Skyler raised listless eyes to the sky. The golden sunset gave a feeling of looking into Ransom's eyes. That could never happen again though. She sighed, and turned to walk away.
Rashel had left after telling her that Ransom was dead, and she hadn't seen her since that fateful morning. Jez, who had gone along with her to New York to watch out for her, found Skyler and presented her with the ring Ransom had had on him, clearly for her.
Skyler had cried upon seeing the ring with it's endless inscriptions of the sky around the band, covering every inch of it. Ransom had put all of his love into that, and she wore it on her left hand where he had intended it to go, it's rightful place. She looked at it now, smiling sadly as she read the inscriptions to herself yet again, "I want to kiss the Sky, stay here forever, heaven is overrated...."
Skyler sat back from her computer, flexing her fingers. Ten years later, and the memories were still vivid for her. She had written everything. Everything. A time to tell her story, as Jez had urged. She had felt it to. A time to tell what she knew, and had felt, a time to set straight the lies.
The Night World had never accepted Ransom's love for her, even after his death, and had put out false reports of their time together. Skyler had moved on, and no longer cared what they said, or whispered when she had walked into a crowded room. The whispers had stopped long ago, but there was still stares.
She had left Daybreak after Ransom. Thierry had asked her to stay, but he understood her need to leave everything that still had the power to hurt her behind. Rashel had gone slightly insane after, and she had been put in a safe house in the country somewhere where she could do no harm to anyone.
Completely giving up her witch heritage, which she had never exactly embraced had been no hardship. She lived as a human, and only occasionally went to a party with Jez and Morgead, or to a club with Ash, and his soulmate Mary Lynnette.
Skyler stared at the screen, trying to decide how to finish her story. That Ransom still lived, if only to her? That everything was eternally hunky dory? Some days were worth living, and others weren't. All she knew was that she lived still. Life went on, after all. No regrets. Perhaps heaven IS overrated.
The End
Rashel had left after telling her that Ransom was dead, and she hadn't seen her since that fateful morning. Jez, who had gone along with her to New York to watch out for her, found Skyler and presented her with the ring Ransom had had on him, clearly for her.
Skyler had cried upon seeing the ring with it's endless inscriptions of the sky around the band, covering every inch of it. Ransom had put all of his love into that, and she wore it on her left hand where he had intended it to go, it's rightful place. She looked at it now, smiling sadly as she read the inscriptions to herself yet again, "I want to kiss the Sky, stay here forever, heaven is overrated...."
Skyler sat back from her computer, flexing her fingers. Ten years later, and the memories were still vivid for her. She had written everything. Everything. A time to tell her story, as Jez had urged. She had felt it to. A time to tell what she knew, and had felt, a time to set straight the lies.
The Night World had never accepted Ransom's love for her, even after his death, and had put out false reports of their time together. Skyler had moved on, and no longer cared what they said, or whispered when she had walked into a crowded room. The whispers had stopped long ago, but there was still stares.
She had left Daybreak after Ransom. Thierry had asked her to stay, but he understood her need to leave everything that still had the power to hurt her behind. Rashel had gone slightly insane after, and she had been put in a safe house in the country somewhere where she could do no harm to anyone.
Completely giving up her witch heritage, which she had never exactly embraced had been no hardship. She lived as a human, and only occasionally went to a party with Jez and Morgead, or to a club with Ash, and his soulmate Mary Lynnette.
Skyler stared at the screen, trying to decide how to finish her story. That Ransom still lived, if only to her? That everything was eternally hunky dory? Some days were worth living, and others weren't. All she knew was that she lived still. Life went on, after all. No regrets. Perhaps heaven IS overrated.
The End
