The wind had a gentle blowing to it. It was the type of wind that most would say was in a children's book: the so sweet
kind that stays on your tongue with every breath. Kristina stayed on her park bench just relishing in the small echo the
wind within her ears.
Within the span of a few months shy of a year, she had been growing for what felt like a lifetime. Her father's "demise",
resurrection, demise, and resurrection once more made her feel as though she was a part of some hidden soap opera, a true
Stefano Dimera coming back from the dead. Her mother's death showed her...
She scrunched her eyes for a moment. What did her mother's death teach her? Be weary of your time on Earth? Expect
the unexpected? She shook her head at herself. NO...that stupid spider taught her that lesson. What did her mother's death
teach her...it taught her that no matter how bad things got, they could always get worse. She chuckled to herself after the
many times she had worried about her mother's therapy or her cancer getting worse. If anything, she realized that it was a
blessing that her mother was not plagued with that cross to bear for a long period of time...at the moment, it seemed unjust
for her to be killed so abruptly, but at least she didn't suffer as she could have.
Kristina sighed softly. How could things change so quickly? Her mother was dead, her father was...somewhere on the in
between and she could light up a room with not just a smile, but from the flick of her fingertips. All of this for what? The
occasional problem of static electricity with her hair and...
A smile passed across her lips. Was it really all that bad? Going through all of those events and changes only to have what
in return, a special power and...Peter.
Peter...now he was something to be quite happy for. She often wondered how a man could be so understanding...it was
because he'd been there or somewhere in the area. He had been there, he understood, he cared...and he loved her. Such an
incredible feeling it was!
Her mind raced through the memories of the past months with him, the M.J. dilemma...Spring Break...
M.J. and Harry were fairing just fine. They seemed to have blossomed within each other. M.J. was right, everything she
ever wanted was looking her in the face the whole time...she just had a few wires crossed as to who it really was that was
for her.
Peace was what she told Peter the note had said, and perhaps it held more meaning now than it ever did. Peace and
serenity...until the next phase in her life. Who knew what that would be? Just another change....
Changing...such an odd phase one goes through. She shrugged her shoulders at the thought. "Changing" left in its aftermath
deaths, love, and final truths. Not all bad, but most definitely full of things she decided she could live without. Getting off
of her park bench, Kristina began her trek home. With the sun just beginning to set, it was her marker for a new day to
come...a new day of trials and new day of what else...changes.
There we go! Now that's the end! I had been reading this over and over for a while and it really wasn't a good ending. Just seemed unfinished. But yeah...now this is the end... I've got some more stories in the works, so if you're interested, chill a while and I'll get them cranked out sooner of later. Peace out!