Hi! Thanks for the reviews and here it is, the last part of the story. T.T It made me cry writing it… it's sad when a story finishes.

Well I hope you like it, and I sincerely thank all of you for reviewing this story. Mom, I hope you liked it.

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Epilogue.

I rest my head on my husband's shoulder, the tears falling from my eyes to his coat. He hugs me, I know I have to be strong. It's your decision and I have to accept it, whether it favors me or not.

Suddenly I realize something I hadn't thought about before. You're independent, you can make decisions on your own, you can manage yourself without needing me there.

The fact that I was not part of the trajectory you went through in order to become the young man you are now, makes me feel guilty… sad, maybe disappointed on my own self.

I knew I should've been, I know you are strong, rude, tough, and smart right now, but I can't help the needing of taking some role between the many actors that were part of your life.

I wasn't there. Nor was your father, and that was because of my weakness.

It doesn't matter how much you or anyone else can try to convince me that it wasn't my fault, that as you said yesterday in your room, we were all mere puppets of a madman's play where he would become the only one who knew the real truth. You won't convince me.

Deep inside my heart I feel a great pain, and that pain will never be replaced. How long will it take for you to come back? Will you ever decide to come back home?

Demyan rubs my back, tries once again to comfort me. I have no idea how we got to be sitting in the sofa, the door was somehow closed, I don't remember and I don't want to remember either.

"Stop crying Halina… you know he's okay… he's following the path he trusts, he's making his own decision. We can just be glad he decided to meet us." He speaks calmly, I know he can deal with this kind of things fast but I can't. It'll take me a lot more to deal with your absence.

I had already got used to you being dead. That was easy, though. I could always speak to you, you could hear me. I do believe in God, and I had assumed you were somewhere with him in the great place that is the Paradise.

But now, I know you are there. You must be traveling in the train that will take you to Moscow. And then, who knows, maybe you go to Japan. I wonder if you are staying with a family, if you are working, maybe you are staying at a friend's?

It's difficult to guess about that things, I never talked to you about them. Actually I was never interested in you answering to the so many questions I had, I wanted to answer yours. I always tried to give you all you could need.

Kai… with seventeen years old, and no parents available in your Identity Card, you are traveling around the world and moving on your own, as if you already were an adult. That's because you think like adults, you behave like adults. You're the most mature adolescent I've ever seen.

My husband interrupts my thoughts. "How do you think he get to know where we were?" he asks. And I have no clue for that answer.

"I have no idea. Someone who knows us and may have traveled to Japan?" I suggest vaguely. I don't want to think about this now.

He gasps suddenly. I stare at him, questioningly. "I only told one person about what happened to our son, years ago. Marcus has two children, and they are involved in beyblade world. It is possible, that one of his teens could have traveled to Japan during beyblade tournaments." He states. And Demyan has always being smart at the time of taking practical conclusions.

Marcus has always being a friend of us. He has a wife, and two children, a boy of thirteen, and a girl of seventeen. He lives in a city between Moscow and Stadavock, and works in the enterprise with my husband. As for being close friends, we've shared with that family our bad experiences, and that closeness also made their children call us 'aunt' and 'uncle' sometimes.

I loved those children trying to give to somebody the love I couldn't give to you. Jonathan is a good writer, and always likes to talk about the novels I read. I get on very well with him. Whereas, the girl is different. She travels around the world, and has participated twice in the Beyblade Tournaments. She has turned on the introspective side now, she likes keeping herself to herself, and recently dyed her reddish hair black.

"What about Eliana? - I ask, now getting interested in the conversation. - did she come to the city this November?"

"Yes… but she was returning today to Moscow. She must be taking the train that left Stadavock this morning." I sigh, someday we may find out what connected you to us.

I still don't believe completely what happened during the last 25 hours. My son, who was long dead from my point of view, appeared in my door at 4 o'clock in the morning, demanding for someone to answer. And here I was. Here I am, in the same place I was when I heard your knock in the door.

Kai… there are so many things I still want to understand… and it will all have it's time.

Thanks to all the ones who supported this fanfiction. I hope you will be reading the third and last part, which takes place some years later and it's from… another son's point of view. You'll see.

I love you.

Mikaera.