A.N. This is my last chapter *cry* I'll miss this story because it was by
far one of my favorite to write. This is the epilogue and I don't think it
will be long but I wanted to take a moment and thank everyone who reviewed
or even read this. ( Thanks a bunch, Kat.
Ten Years Later:
"Mom, come on we're going to be late getting to uncle Rafe's and aunt Eve's. Come on I want to show Danny my new trick!"
Aisla hurried down the stairs and smiled at her fourteen year old son who was so ambitious and yet just like his father in that he wanted to fly and continued to fly all the time. Rafe who was now affectionantly known as Ace because it just got to confusing with all these Rafe's running around, was standing at the bottom of the stairs mock-glaring at his mother for once again causing them to be late to their monthly get together with Evelyn and Rafe.
"Don't worry, we're always late so this won't change a thing."
"Yeah, yeah," He grabbed his bags, since they would be staying overnight and walked out the door and down to the car where he plopped his bag. Aisla on the other hand was having minor difficulties, first her bag was incredibly heavy and then she had her purse and Danny's old navy jacket that she took with her everywhere. She dropped her purse and was about to get it when a tall gentleman with dark hair leaned down and picked it up.
"Here you go miss." When she looked into his eyes she gasped at the resemblance he bore to her old love. He looked just like what Danny would if he was alive today. "Miss, are you okay?"
Aisla snapped out of her reverie and nodded, "Of course I am, just a bit tired. Thank you so much for your help, uh? What is your name?"
"Tristan.Tristan Walker."
So that was it, he must be related to Danny, she thought hard trying to drudge up a name like Tristan that Danny might have mentioned, but the only thing she could remember was him saying that his younger brother who had been a still born was supposed to be named Tristan. She smiled and looked at him questioningly, "So do you live around here?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I just moved into the house down that way." He pointed to her right and she looked, seeing a remarkably large house that was just diagonal to her house and down the road a bit.
"Well then I'll see you around, by the way my name's Aisla O'Hara."
"It was nice meeting you and I will have to come by and invite you over sometime."
She smiled, "Yes you do that, but right now I'm late for a family get together, so I'll have to talk to you later." He said good-bye and headed off to his house while Aisla was lost in though, 'Is it really okay for me to be attracted to a man I just met. He looks just like Danny though.god I miss Danny."
Then she heard a voice that sounded like Danny's, "Don't be afraid to love, some things were meant to be and we were one of those things."
Ten Years Later:
"Mom, come on we're going to be late getting to uncle Rafe's and aunt Eve's. Come on I want to show Danny my new trick!"
Aisla hurried down the stairs and smiled at her fourteen year old son who was so ambitious and yet just like his father in that he wanted to fly and continued to fly all the time. Rafe who was now affectionantly known as Ace because it just got to confusing with all these Rafe's running around, was standing at the bottom of the stairs mock-glaring at his mother for once again causing them to be late to their monthly get together with Evelyn and Rafe.
"Don't worry, we're always late so this won't change a thing."
"Yeah, yeah," He grabbed his bags, since they would be staying overnight and walked out the door and down to the car where he plopped his bag. Aisla on the other hand was having minor difficulties, first her bag was incredibly heavy and then she had her purse and Danny's old navy jacket that she took with her everywhere. She dropped her purse and was about to get it when a tall gentleman with dark hair leaned down and picked it up.
"Here you go miss." When she looked into his eyes she gasped at the resemblance he bore to her old love. He looked just like what Danny would if he was alive today. "Miss, are you okay?"
Aisla snapped out of her reverie and nodded, "Of course I am, just a bit tired. Thank you so much for your help, uh? What is your name?"
"Tristan.Tristan Walker."
So that was it, he must be related to Danny, she thought hard trying to drudge up a name like Tristan that Danny might have mentioned, but the only thing she could remember was him saying that his younger brother who had been a still born was supposed to be named Tristan. She smiled and looked at him questioningly, "So do you live around here?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I just moved into the house down that way." He pointed to her right and she looked, seeing a remarkably large house that was just diagonal to her house and down the road a bit.
"Well then I'll see you around, by the way my name's Aisla O'Hara."
"It was nice meeting you and I will have to come by and invite you over sometime."
She smiled, "Yes you do that, but right now I'm late for a family get together, so I'll have to talk to you later." He said good-bye and headed off to his house while Aisla was lost in though, 'Is it really okay for me to be attracted to a man I just met. He looks just like Danny though.god I miss Danny."
Then she heard a voice that sounded like Danny's, "Don't be afraid to love, some things were meant to be and we were one of those things."