Epilogue
Ally and Claire Hudson strolled along the beach. Claire had taken her sandals off, and they were swinging idly from her hand. Ally walked along barefoot, carrying no shoes.
The sun was setting over the horizon of the sea. Its rays glittered on the ripples of the ocean, turning the sea a mix of blue and yellow. The sky was changing to a light yellow, with tinges of orange dotted.
The mother and daughter sat down on the soft sand. They had so much to say, but words were wedged in each one's throat like a crowd of people trying to barge through a door. They were locked together, and could not budge.
Ally spoke first. "I have so many questions. Like a million of them."
"Ask me some," Claire replied.
"What happened with you and Dad? Did you really want to give me up? Why have you decided to see me now?"
As the two figures talked about the past twelve years, a figure stood on the familiar beach house balcony. This is how it was meant to be, he thought to himself. This is how it should have been from the beginning. He pushed his blonde tousled hair out of his face, and walked inside, feeling satisfied with the knowledge that Ally was in safe hands.
A.N. Hi! This is a prime example of me really not being able to cope with the endings of stories. I blame stress of exams. What a short and sweet note that was. Keep your heads up high and see ya soon! :)
Ally and Claire Hudson strolled along the beach. Claire had taken her sandals off, and they were swinging idly from her hand. Ally walked along barefoot, carrying no shoes.
The sun was setting over the horizon of the sea. Its rays glittered on the ripples of the ocean, turning the sea a mix of blue and yellow. The sky was changing to a light yellow, with tinges of orange dotted.
The mother and daughter sat down on the soft sand. They had so much to say, but words were wedged in each one's throat like a crowd of people trying to barge through a door. They were locked together, and could not budge.
Ally spoke first. "I have so many questions. Like a million of them."
"Ask me some," Claire replied.
"What happened with you and Dad? Did you really want to give me up? Why have you decided to see me now?"
As the two figures talked about the past twelve years, a figure stood on the familiar beach house balcony. This is how it was meant to be, he thought to himself. This is how it should have been from the beginning. He pushed his blonde tousled hair out of his face, and walked inside, feeling satisfied with the knowledge that Ally was in safe hands.
A.N. Hi! This is a prime example of me really not being able to cope with the endings of stories. I blame stress of exams. What a short and sweet note that was. Keep your heads up high and see ya soon! :)