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Epilogue

The shops were just opening and villagers were lining up to wait for the catch of the day. Yet the young man couldn't wait for those lines. He couldn't go down and talk to the shopkeepers or the fisherman. He was going home. More importantly, back to her. His heart was racing and his feet were pacing on the front porch of his great home. The water lapped against the rocks and the air smelled of salt. Yet he couldn't stay. He wanted the damp air to hit his lungs to fill up with sweet pine air and the ever lingering smell of strawberries. Hushed music played in the streets as he walked up to the train station with his briefcase and suitcase. The conductor's smile showed his dimples and he took the lad's ticket and helped him into the narrow train. The tanned hands threw the objects into the storage compartment over his aisle and he slouched into the upholstered window seat. His eyes didn't bother to look out though. An older man sat across from him and huffed, a simple 'hello' his shirt was tucked into his brown corduroys and he sat up straight with a hint of dignity. After the man's greeting an older woman took the seat beside him. She too sat up straight, and her fingers were crossed delicately on her dark blue knit skirt. She nodded to the young traveler but brought a topic up to the man, presumably her husband. The train lurched and they were off heading toward his unknown future. His eyes drooped, last night was a mess. He hadn't slept, he had been too worried. The older couple started complaining about something and he was out, thrown into the dream world, where time went slower than reality. Yet the train lurched. The teenage boy was sent flying out of sleep. The old woman and man were getting up and the window was crowded with people leaving the train. Then he saw it, the town, the distant forest, the people, and the memories. He took down his belongings and stepped onto the cobblestoned street. For a moment all he did was breath. This was it, he was home. Finally his brain caught up with his feet and he studied his surroundings. He was walking, or jogging he couldn't tell everything was moving fast. Until he looked up at a house, a large home with a sun streaked porch. A girl sat there with dolls around her, a tea party of sorts. She waved him over.

"Hello" she grinned handing him an empty cup.

"Hello" he grinned back taking the cup out of her hands, "who are you?"

"May" she replied and tipped the teapot over his glass. Nothing came out but he took a sip anyway.

"Do you have a sister?"

"Oh yes!" She squealed, "It's her birthday today"

"I've heard- listen I have a present for her could you bring her out here?" The girl nodded enthusiastically. As she made her way inside the boy set down his 'drink' and looked around. He sighed it was exactly as he left it. His thoughts changed though as May brought out a beautiful young woman, pulling her down the stairs. This was not the same, she had grown perfectly, but he had too. Would she remember? Their eyes met. "I've talked to your sister May" he gestured to the girl playing with her braids. "She says that Rose Melanie Hawthorne has a birthday today"

"Eden" she cried out and ran into his waiting arms, "welcome home"

"I missed the sparks" Her smile lights up her face and she draws back to get a good look at him. He's taller, and she can feel the muscles in his arms. She hadn't changed much. How disappointing she cries out in her head. He takes her hand spinning her around. "You look beautiful" Her cheeks pink up. Maybe she did change.

"You too" He laughs and once again he presses her to him. She can hear his heartbeat running wild and his breathing is calm and relaxing. "You're right"

"About?" his eye brows lift up in confusion.

"Missing the sparks" He takes her hand and they walk down the road. The town square is busy with people so they disappear into the forest.

"So, you're 15 today" he smirks. She runs her fingers over the grass and nods.

"I don't feel any different though" He shrugs.

"You usually don't," She plays with his fingers, and counts the lines on his palm. She almost misses how the forest gets a few degrees warmer and his lips brushing hers. She can't hear her squeals as her back meets the grass and he towers over her. They just lie there, kissing, and getting to know each other again. "I love you" he whispers into her ear.

"I love you too"

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Erin