Epilogue
I was back on Earth, a place I spent so little of my time during the last few years, but still loved so very much. The clear air and the green of the grass and trees and the blue, blue sky all added to the effect. It was also the place for memorials. The place for memory. They buried most people here, even from colonies. And whenever something happened to a colony, and it was destroyed, the graveyard was on Earth.
Dad and I had come to this one, both of us dressed in black to honor and mourn those who had died. Heero wore a black tank top and jeans, covered by a trench coat, even on this warm of a day. I was dressed in black slacks and a wool turtleneck, very dressed up for me. My hair had grown out a bit, long enough to somewhat pull back, and I wore sunglasses because it was a very bright day.
Dad had left me at the entry to the memorial, where all the white crosses started. There were no bodies, just row upon row of crosses. Names started alphabetically, last name then first. There were no descriptions unless a family member still living had asked for one. I walked past them all until I found the name I was looking for.
There were four people with the last name Barton. Two of them I didn't know, and I wasn't sure if they were even related to those I did. But Mathew Barton's name was there, along with a brief description.
'Here lies Mathew Barton, leader of the Barton foundation, loving husband and loving father. Died in battle, yet still to be remembered. May you rest in peace.'
I didn't find it fair, that they'd say such nice things about Mathew. He didn't deserve it. He'd been a murder and a power hungry idiot. But he had also been respected. He had the life many people would wish for, but one that I would never want.
V's was right next to him, no description or sign that he was related to Mathew. I wondered if he would have cared, if he had wanted it that way. I placed a flower I had brought with me on the ground next to the cross. I didn't know if it would help anything. I knew it wouldn't make me feel better. I hadn't cried for him for over a month, but seeing the words 'Vince Barton' on a gravestone brought all me feelings of sadness back. Slowly tears started falling down my face.
Glancing back at the flower, I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Crouching I picked up a slip of folded paper which had been taped to the gravestone near the bottom. Standing I dried my tears as I opened it. A note was written inside, with no name saying whom it was from, only to whom it was addressed.
'Dear Angel, I saw you flying as I left what had been my home for six years. I felt no sorrow in leaving it, as you must know. I hope only that your life goes well, and that your loses fail to trouble you. Sadness has touched your life too many times, but it has only made you stronger. May you watch over my Angel faithfully, until the next time we meet.'
I carefully placed the note in my pocket, took one last look at the gravestone, and began walking back to my father.
It's over. Questions? Coments? Funny stories? I'm not sure what all to say (I really wasn't planing on killing off so many people). There's going to be a sequel, first chapter should be out. It's called 'Missing Persons'
Hope you liked the story!
~Rave
I was back on Earth, a place I spent so little of my time during the last few years, but still loved so very much. The clear air and the green of the grass and trees and the blue, blue sky all added to the effect. It was also the place for memorials. The place for memory. They buried most people here, even from colonies. And whenever something happened to a colony, and it was destroyed, the graveyard was on Earth.
Dad and I had come to this one, both of us dressed in black to honor and mourn those who had died. Heero wore a black tank top and jeans, covered by a trench coat, even on this warm of a day. I was dressed in black slacks and a wool turtleneck, very dressed up for me. My hair had grown out a bit, long enough to somewhat pull back, and I wore sunglasses because it was a very bright day.
Dad had left me at the entry to the memorial, where all the white crosses started. There were no bodies, just row upon row of crosses. Names started alphabetically, last name then first. There were no descriptions unless a family member still living had asked for one. I walked past them all until I found the name I was looking for.
There were four people with the last name Barton. Two of them I didn't know, and I wasn't sure if they were even related to those I did. But Mathew Barton's name was there, along with a brief description.
'Here lies Mathew Barton, leader of the Barton foundation, loving husband and loving father. Died in battle, yet still to be remembered. May you rest in peace.'
I didn't find it fair, that they'd say such nice things about Mathew. He didn't deserve it. He'd been a murder and a power hungry idiot. But he had also been respected. He had the life many people would wish for, but one that I would never want.
V's was right next to him, no description or sign that he was related to Mathew. I wondered if he would have cared, if he had wanted it that way. I placed a flower I had brought with me on the ground next to the cross. I didn't know if it would help anything. I knew it wouldn't make me feel better. I hadn't cried for him for over a month, but seeing the words 'Vince Barton' on a gravestone brought all me feelings of sadness back. Slowly tears started falling down my face.
Glancing back at the flower, I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Crouching I picked up a slip of folded paper which had been taped to the gravestone near the bottom. Standing I dried my tears as I opened it. A note was written inside, with no name saying whom it was from, only to whom it was addressed.
'Dear Angel, I saw you flying as I left what had been my home for six years. I felt no sorrow in leaving it, as you must know. I hope only that your life goes well, and that your loses fail to trouble you. Sadness has touched your life too many times, but it has only made you stronger. May you watch over my Angel faithfully, until the next time we meet.'
I carefully placed the note in my pocket, took one last look at the gravestone, and began walking back to my father.
It's over. Questions? Coments? Funny stories? I'm not sure what all to say (I really wasn't planing on killing off so many people). There's going to be a sequel, first chapter should be out. It's called 'Missing Persons'
Hope you liked the story!
~Rave