Reason to Live
Epilogue: Goodbye
(Free P.O.V)
Deep, deep within the forest,
There is a faint fragrance, its lovely
Triela walks down the emergency stairway slowly, step by step as she is shouldering Hillshire; wounded due to an explosion before the duel between Frederick and Giorgio started. The building is slowly engulfed by fire due to an explosion as almost everything around her starts collapsing. In her mind, she's hoping to see the light outdoor. Sirens from fire trucks, ambulance, and police cars can be heard as she reached the door outside.
As she hands Hillshire to the medical crew, there's only one thing in her mind when she look up towards the burning building.
"Frederick…"
If I search through the everyday faces, surprisingly, I find your smile
Meanwhile, Frederick stood still by Giorgio's body, counting from 30 to 1 as he waits for the explosion to occur. The floor around him creaks as fire grew larger and larger. Frederick knows he can't go anywhere else. He sustains wounds from Giorgio's D.E pistol; 5 in his chest, and 3 in his right leg. He knows he won't make it out in time. He knows that he might not see Triela ever again…
Wanting to touch it, I spread my hands,
"Ten seconds…" he said to himself
"Henrietta, Rico, Claes, Angelica…I'm sorry…"
But fleetingly, you soared towards the sky…
"Triela…I'm truly sorry…"
All this time I wanted to meet you, I've always wanted to meet…
Explosion occurs in the top floor of the structure soon after, shattering the windows and bricks. Triela's eyes lit up; surprised by the scene as firemen starts rushing beside her towards the burning building as explosion occurs in different level in the collapsing structure. She fell on her knees, feeling weak as she starts to weep. She knows Frederick's in there, and she knows he'll never return to her
That's how I feel through the sleepless nights…
She hits the ground couple of times, shouting: "Why Frederick? Why? You promise me you'll return! You promise me you'll come back out alive! Why Frederick? Why? Answer me! I…I feel so worthless…why, Frederick? Why? WHY?"
Firemen and Medical Crew tries to comfort her, holding her right arm to stop her from injuring her own right fist. But it's worthless….
"L-Let me go! Let me go! I-I don't want to be comforted! Let me go! Let me go!"
I'm enveloped within the light and the shadow you left behind…
"FREDERICK…!"
…and I start crying
March
7th,
Social Welfare Agency,
0600 hrs
The setting evening sun burns a useless me
News about the explosion in Apartment no. 5 has reached the ears of the press. Times magazine covers the event of it with the cover 'Fourteen year old girl mourns the loss of his friend. Padania blamed'. A picture of Triela, on her knees; crying is present as the cover. Firemen confirmed under the debris of the structure the StG 44, two Mauser C96s, and a Dessert Eagle. Firemen also found a body of one unidentified man. But found no body of a 15 year old boy, as so the agency confirmed.
While barefooted, I tread on the wreckages of love and stain them red
Triela walks down the corridor of the agency in the early morning. Her conditioning has been re-written; deleting all her memories about Frederick and his presence as well. Walking through the corridor, she passes by Elsa's room-Frederick's room…and stops
"Elsa's room is always empty…" she pause for a moment "No…this isn't Elsa's anymore…"
When I try to touch you and I hold out my hand,
She nervously touches the handle, and turn…
Your voice said,
Opening the door, she saw a boy sitting in his bed, wiping what seems to be his pistol. He turns his head, look up to her and smiles before he said:
"Good morning, Triela."
'I love you' Even now after so long, the song which I failed to convey to you is carried off by the wind and disappeared far away
Triela's eye's widened, and blinks. The boy was gone. She starts wondering to herself who is the boy, and did she ever know him. Thoughts starts running through her head as somehow, flashbacks with the boy starts coming together in his head as she enters the room…
But she never knows who he is…
Even if I fly as high as the hourglass sky, there is nothing.
She browses the room step by step. 'This is definitely not Elsa's…' she thought to herself as she view the wall, where old weapons such as the Scoped K98K, and two MP40 are perfectly displayed, untouched. She notices that one weapon is missing from the display in the wall as one rack is left empty. She moves to the computer table and notices a small case. She opens the case, and notices it I used for two Mauser C96 pistols; though both guns aren't present. When she gets to the window, she notices a frame with a picture….
The sound of that day is echoing.
She looks at the picture and notices that it's a picture of them, sitting in the stairs of the Piazza di Spagna. But, the face of one such character is covered by the misprint. It is not Rico, or Claes, or Angelica, or Henrietta, or herself as they were in present of the picture. Nor was it the handlers.
"Who…is this boy…then?"
Her head starts aching as memories spent with him arose from the depth of her mind. She sat on his bed, taking deep breaths to calm herself down from the rush of memories that she couldn't handle. She has the feeling…she knows him. She met this boy…and that she's important to her…
And that she missed him…
She went outside, taking deep breaths to relief herself from the memory rush as her head is screaming to know more, seemingly digesting her mind into bits. She notices a figure standing in the corridor, taking a glimpse on the scenery around him. She knows that this figure is probably 15 or 16 years old in height. The boy wears a long coat, and a pair of something that seems to be German Military boots. His hair is brown, and he wears long pants; just like what she usually wears during missions. The boy notices Triela and smiles waving his hand to greet her.
But she didn't reply…
The sceneries which cannot be touched twice are rustling and flowing…
The boy frowns and sighs. Wondering, Triela touches her chest as her heart starts to beat faster and faster. She held her necklace tight, only to notice that it isn't a necklace at all; but a dog tag. She reads the text written in the dog tag and look up towards the boy as tears starts forming in her eyes.
"…Frederick…"
'Inerasable' The air is rising too much and the memories are over- piling.
The boy salutes goodbye as he turns around and runs through the corridor. Her mind keeps on repeating: 'go after him! What are you doing standing here? Move! Move!' Her body moves soon after, trying as hard as she could to go after Frederick. She doesn't want to lose him; no, she can't lose him for the second time.
'Frederick…please…slow down…stop!' she wishes him to stop or slow his pace down.
But he didn't.
She reaches the front gate and found that she was too late. He has blended in with the crowds in the streets and was nowhere to be found. Her tears began to run her cheeks as she questions why did he run away from her.
"Triela!" She turns around and founds Claes, running to her
"Claes! Frederick is…!"
"I know. He's here earlier. He left you this letter." She hands her a letter, wrap neatly in an envelope with Frederick's hand writing on it. She wastes no time to open and read it
Even those hands, even that hair…
'Triela, I'm
sorry I cannot see you now since the agency have probably marked me
dead.
To tell you, I'm alive and well. I bet you know that
already.
I promise you this, I will never forget about you…
And
I will always love you…
Till' we meet
again….
December 25th, Piazza di Montecitorio,
0000 hrs
Your
'brother',
Frederick'
The abundant light and shadow you left behind were too large…
"That boy…"
"So, what does it say, Triela?"
"S-E-C-R-E-T!" she smile as she teases Claes.
"Yeah…we'll meet again. I promise you too, Frederick." She look up towards the sky and decided that she'll face the day ahead of her; just as she face them with Frederick.
Deep, deep within the forest…
-Finn-
Author's
Note:
And that marks the end of this fic! CHEERS
Anyways,
for those of you who's still...wondering, a one-shot fic will be
posted soon enough to follow the Epilogue. The poem isn't originally
from me. It's originally from a song 'Anata ga ita Mori' (Fate/Stay
Night OST), but translated into English to fit this fanfic. Just put
it here so I won't be marked plagiarizing. What do you think? Like
it? Hate it? Stress due to grammar mistakes (My sisters (as well as
my editors) are on break, so mercy!)? Well...leave a review if you
feel like it! Until next time!
'Triela,
I'm sorry I cannot see you now since the agency have probably
marked me dead.
To tell you, I'm alive and well. I bet you know
that already.
I promise you this, I will never forget about
you…
And I will always love you…
Till'
we meet again….
December 25th, Piazza di
Montecitorio,
0000 hrs
Your
'brother',
Frederick'
For months I have been waiting for you...waiting for your return. In my room, gazing at the sky. Each available time, I wish it was spent with you. Hoping that you're there, I visit your room...
and found it was empty...
I search you through Rome from local pedestrians, asking if they ever knew you.
They knew you...but you never spoke
Now...its the 24th of December...
Will you keep your promise, Frederick?
'My December'