Epilogue
Cordelia's POV
December, 2014
It's been exactly 1 year since my Misty Day died, and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. Our time together was cruelly cut short, but I still spend every day loving her. I'm forever grateful for the little piece of heaven that Misty shared with me when she was alive, and I know that we will eventually be together again.
The wet soil of the garden seeps between my toes and a cold gust of wind tosses my hair around. I gathered all of Misty's ashes on that horrible day a year ago, and sprinkled them in the garden. It's what Misty would have wanted, her life giving way to new life. And whenever missing her becomes too much, I come out here to talk to her.
The cherry tomatoes and the lilies no grow all year round. I swear that Misty makes sure that these plants grow just for me. I know that she's watching over me.
Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see her. She'll be smelling a flower or humming a Stevie song or even smiling at me, but when I turn to look at her directly she disappears. I also she her in my dreams.
Every single night Misty visits me in my dreams. She cradles me as I cry and kisses me. She tells me that she loves me and she's waiting for me. When I wake up my lips tingle and I can still feel her arms around me.
At least I know that Misty is at peace. Life would be unbearable if my angel was still trapped in her personal hell. Even my powers as Supreme have limitations. I wasn't able to restore her body and bring Misty back to it, but I did release her from hell. Misty's soul has found peace and that is a miracle.
I do love being Supreme, and I'm proud of everything I've accomplished, but I wish Misty could be by my side. I wanted to experience all of life with her.
I miss Misty constantly. I think about her every day. She gave me all of her love and I gave her all of mine in return. I don't think I'll ever move on; no, Misty was my one and only.
I'm happy now though. For a long time I was broken up with guilt, but I learned to accept the things I can not change and love myself for who I am. I try to see what Misty saw in me. My Misty Day, my angel, is always in my heart. She'll never truly be gone.
Fin