Epilogue
Brooklyn sat out on the parapets, watching the moon rise over Manhattan. Elisa tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah." He said not taking his eyes off the sky.
"Jesse, in the weeks before her death, asked me to give this to you, the night before her funeral."
Brooklyn turned and took the tattered lace journal. "But. . ."
"Read it. Thoughtfully." She entered the tower and started down the steps. Brooklyn opened the book to the first page. Inside was a letter addressed to him
My dearest love,
If you are reading this, it means that I am gone, and Elisa has fulfilled my last wish. I want you to have my journal, as one last token of my love. Inside are my deepest thoughts on life in this new world, kept from Christmas 1994. I always wanted to see the new millennium, since I missed the last one, but it was too much of a struggle for my body. But do not mourn my passing. I technically lived a full 1020 years, which is, needless to say, not average for a human gypsy.
But I did accomplish my one greatest hope. I was reconciled with you. I wish we could've been together longer, but my life lives in those I influenced. Please make me proud. I know you and Angela will be very happy together (I left her you in my will) And I hope you have many successful breeding seasons. I give you my blessing.
I also know that one day we will be together again.
Yours truly,
Jessondra M. Xanatos
Brooklyn closed the book, gazing up at the stars. And the wind blew past him whispering,
"One day, in paradise."
The End
Brooklyn sat out on the parapets, watching the moon rise over Manhattan. Elisa tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah." He said not taking his eyes off the sky.
"Jesse, in the weeks before her death, asked me to give this to you, the night before her funeral."
Brooklyn turned and took the tattered lace journal. "But. . ."
"Read it. Thoughtfully." She entered the tower and started down the steps. Brooklyn opened the book to the first page. Inside was a letter addressed to him
My dearest love,
If you are reading this, it means that I am gone, and Elisa has fulfilled my last wish. I want you to have my journal, as one last token of my love. Inside are my deepest thoughts on life in this new world, kept from Christmas 1994. I always wanted to see the new millennium, since I missed the last one, but it was too much of a struggle for my body. But do not mourn my passing. I technically lived a full 1020 years, which is, needless to say, not average for a human gypsy.
But I did accomplish my one greatest hope. I was reconciled with you. I wish we could've been together longer, but my life lives in those I influenced. Please make me proud. I know you and Angela will be very happy together (I left her you in my will) And I hope you have many successful breeding seasons. I give you my blessing.
I also know that one day we will be together again.
Yours truly,
Jessondra M. Xanatos
Brooklyn closed the book, gazing up at the stars. And the wind blew past him whispering,
"One day, in paradise."
The End