This is my very short epilogue. I wrote most of it before I wrote the end of the story... Using it to explain my thoughts.
I've started working on something else but it's even darker than this story when it started and more AU. It's causing me a few probs but I've tried to iron them out and thinking of posting soon xxxxx
Thank you once again to everyone who took the time to read, review, follow or favourite my story; I can't tell you how much it means to me.
Epilogue
When you've lived a life of anger, violence and crime. When you've enjoyed culture, art and wealth. When you've heard the truth and learned that sometimes it holds little value. When you've met someone who should be your enemy but you start to rely on them. When you've lived a fabricated existence and found that the one person you can trust is the person who people call a traitor. Then you can understand how two people, seemingly on different paths can meet and see those paths unintentionally but irrevocably converge.
Imagine one day you're walking on a beach on the west coast of Scotland; the wind blowing soft soundless waves upon the white sands. You notice a couple as consumed with each other as they are by the raw beauty of their environment.
Or walking the corridors of the Uffizi, surrounded by art that speaks of the skill and passion of the past. You notice two people, standing side by side admiring the work of an old master; their intimate stance speaking of how closely they are connected.
Or you're touring a vineyard on Waiheke Island in New Zealand. In the distance you see two figures strolling through the vines, deep in conversation, deep in thought. You imagine a story about them, one which you'd tell small children like a fairy tale, the story of a love that only exists for most of us in myths and fables.
For them it exists in isolation from their past, in isolation from the people they knew and the lives that they lived. Yet they live in the constant warmth and certainty of it, so content they feel no loss.