KNOCKED UP AT SEVENTEEN
EPILOGUE
The funeral had been for three that day. Surrounding one of the caskets were nine large men, and a petite woman. One was struggling to hold himself together, the woman holding the man almost in a complete embrace as she comforted him. In the casket her daughter lay, her baby girl lay in her arms. The tombstone read:
Cassandra Emmaline Grayson
1992 - 2009
Daughter, Friend, Soulmate
Samantha Leighton Grayson
An baby angel, watching over
Her mother.
The other casket had two people next to it. A mother, and an imprint. The imprint cried, the mother saddened but not disappointed. With his temper he never had a chance. The tombstone read.
Paul Longfeather
1992 - 2009
Son & Soulmate
His temper controlled him
And ended him.
Seth walked away from the fight. He'd done exactly what he told Paul he would do. He murdered him. Seth stopped phasing. He visited Cassie's grave everyday, talking to her as if she were right next to him. He waited until he began to age again. And then did what he could to see his Cassie again. With the help of a shotgun. He had planned his own death well, and knew what he was doing. No one could save him. It was too late.
Cassie held her hand out to him, a baby girl in her arms. "Come with us," she said softly. Seth took her hand, and walked away from his blood covered body. He was with his Cassie again. His sorrow and pain were over.
Seth Clearwater
1992 - 2009
Son, Friend, Soulmate
His soul mate was taken from him
He took the other's soul
And then took his own.
Thus is the tragedy of Paul, Seth, and Cassandra. Love can work in mysterious ways, but an imprint….you can't live without.