Another turning point, a fork stuck in the roadTime grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to goSo make the best of this test, and don't ask whyIt's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day
I cannot say how many days I remained in that dungeon with my own brother. The death threats wounded me but still I forced fruits and vegetables down his throat. No matter what the fight, he still laid in sunlight for three hours a day. An a miracle was coming. I could feel it.
Erik became my brother again. No longer a murderer of the night, but the man who had raised me for so long. The kind, caring person that was a joy to be around. When the sickness had finally passed, he healed every scar his words had caused. And I believed.
Brittany and Erik had a beautiful wedding in the cellars. Andre and Firmin invited a priest into the depths and blessed the union thoroughly. I have never seen my dearest friend or brother so overjoyed. However, Brittany's scar will remind us of the time we all had almost lost each other forever.
Rafe, although the necessity to be around me constantly had passed, he has remained by my side. Overly so, may I add, that he attends my operas and enjoys my soprano voice soaring into both rafter and cellar. His arms embrace me and I wonder. Could he feel with me, what Erik feels with Brittany?
I know of love and I know of hate, oh, sweet, burning hate. But what I know of love is textbook. What is love?
I suppose to you, my dear reader, my story is over. Erik is fine, Brittany is married. But what about me? What about little, poor Noemi? My story continues, just as life continues.
As long as you choose to follow.