Fear | Epilogue



----- Eleven Years Later -----



"Happy birthday, Domon!" The dining room sounded as Domon Kasshu Jr. Blew out his thirteenth birthday candles. He smiled and looked around. Clapping commenced all around him and then faded out.

'He looks just like his father. Good thing he doesn't act like him, most of the time' Rain, whose hair had grown out to her mid-back, thought to herself as she smiled and handed him one gift after another. She looked up at the ceiling, not really seeing it. She sighed.

'I know your watching up there. Your just as proud of our son as I am.' She returned her thoughts to her sons party.

"Hey, mom. Anyone home?" Domon looked at her oddly.

"Yeah, I'm here. Have you finished opening your presents?"

"Yep! All finished! Can me and my friends go swimming again?" his eyes begged.

"Sure." was her reply and about ten kids rushed out of the room and into their pool. Rain walked out onto the patio and looked at her son and his friends. He looked so happy. He was the spitting image of his father. Even though she was deeply sad that her husband is dead, she is glad that he died before Domon Jr. could get attached. So he couldn't feel the pain Rain was going through. Then the though came to her.

'What ever happened to Fear? Where did she go? What is she doing? I hope I never know.' She said to herself and walked up to the deck.

"C'mon mom! Jump in!" Domon waved his hand for her to hop in. And so, she did.

"Hey, Domon, your mom's hot for an old lady!" one of his friends slapped him on the back playfully.

Domon just looked at him. "Gross." he finally replied. They all continued to have fun until it was time for them all to leave.



----- Later that night -----



"G'night mom." Domon said as he left the living room and headed for his room, newly stuffed with all the packages he got earlier this morning.

"Good night. Love you." She said as she turned the television off and walked to her room. She sat down at her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen.

Dear Domon,

Even though I know your dead,

I know you can read this. Some-

how, I you will see this. Domon Jr.

is getting so big. It's amazing

how fast he's growing up. I wish you

could see him. He looks just like you.

He's doing good in school. He has

lots of friends. He seems very happy.

He's not bothered that he doesn't have

a father figure around the house.

But I know for a fact that he does.

Your always there with us. You

were there when he took his first

steps. You were there when he

said his first words. You were there

when he got on the bus for his

first day of school. I know you

were. I could feel it. And you are

with me now. Reading this over

my shoulder. I will always love

you, Domon. Don't ever

forget that.

Love always,

Rain



She finished her letter and sighed. Suddenly, she could have sworn she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. Just as warm and as loving as she always knew it. Her hand made its way to the very shoulder that familiar hand was on. She caressed it with her thumb for a moment. She closed her eyes and the hand was gone. She stood up and looked around. Slowly, she walked toward her bed and climbed in and fell asleep.



HA! I finally got this up! Well, I'll talk to y'all later! TOODLES!