Me: Sorry, this is really short but I thought for an epilogue it seemed appropriate. Please give your final comments or (hopefully not) concerns about the story. I love you all!

Epilogue

I walked forward, cautiously. I knelt beside the cool stone and stared at the engraved letters.

Lila Cole

1844-2008

Rest in Peace

Carlisle had said we should respect her with a proper burial. I had half a mind to spit into the dirt covering the coffin and the other half of me felt pity for her. I was my own source of guilt. I had left her. She had come looking for me and that is what had changed her. It was all just to find me again.

When she did find me again, she had a right to be angry since I was married and I had never given her a second thought.

I shook these thoughts from my head. I recalled what she did to Alice a few days previous. It didn't help. The nagging guilt hung tight to my mind while I remembered all that we had done together. All that she had insisted on against her father's will.

"Shhh...don't worry, he'll never know," she assured me pressing my lips to hers before I could reply.

"I honestly cannot believe you. You are the only girl I would know who would find this fun. You almost have me genuflecting for you, doing whatever you wish," I told Lila.

Her long blonde hair was down so it tickled my bare chest. "Stop pretending, I know you enjoy everything that I bid you do."

"Oh...I forgot. I have something for you."

"A gift? How generous," Lila said, sweeping her hair away from her face. She beckoned me to get it for her.

I grabbed my coat that lay abandoned on the floor with my shirt. In a pocket in the inside, I produced a single pink tulip.

Lila sighed. "Oh. It's beautiful! They're my favourite! Did you know?" She stuck the flower in her hair.

"No. But I do now," I explained, grabbing my shirt to prepare to leave.

The girl laughed. "Where are you going? You're not leaving yet!" She grabbed my arm and pressed me against the wall so I had no escape.

I flashed back to the now and fingered the letters on the grave.

"I...really did love you before," I said to the cold stone. "I'm sorry we ended up this way. But you...are not Alice. However much I loved you before, you cannot be who I need. You cannot be my wife. You cannot be my joy, the only thing that keeps me going when even I lose myself. You cannot be my Alice."

With that, I turned away. I did not plan on returning again. But I did not leave until I had placed a single pink rose over the grave.

Me: I kind of got this from the "Phantom of the Opera" now that I think about it but it worked so well! Personally I would have liked a rose over my grave, but that was too...Christine. Like I said, REVIEW!!