Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Epilogue

Epilogue

Twenty years later.

You could smell the fresh cut grass in the air. The sun peeked through the branches, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The flowers Lyra had planted last fall had finally bloomed. Knowing that I could dirty my tuxedo, I threw caution to the wind and sat on top of Sarah's grave. My back rested on the granite headstone.

She had passed twenty years ago, and I still loved her very much, but coming here made it hard to move on and live my life like she had wanted me too. I'd always visit her on her birthday, on our wedding anniversary and the anniversary of her death, but today was a very special day. It was a day I knew she wanted to be a part of more than anything else.

Our little girl was getting married.

I leaned my head back, my hands running across the grass like I used to do to her skin. Closing my eyes, I envisioned her. Her long curly red hair, her soft milky skin and the freckles she had on her shoulder.

"I miss you. I'm sorry I haven't visited you in a while." I nodded, remembering what her face looked like, her dark brown eyes that looked deep into my soul, her tiny button nose and how soft her lips were when I kissed them. "Lyra's getting married today. She found herself a really nice guy, Mason Robinson." I paused. "He comes from a good family, he has his head on straight, and he treats her like a queen."

I smiled as I remembered the day Mason came to my office to ask for Lyra's hand in marriage. My music career had stopped after I'd become a single father, but I'd opened my own recording label. It was how I kept my passion going. I would never stop creating music because, like Sarah had said, my music lived inside of me, and I could never let it go, just like I could never let her go.

"Mason was so nervous when he asked for her hand in marriage. When he first asked, I immediately said no in my head. She was my baby girl, and there was no man good enough for her. But as Mason continued with his spiel, I realized that the way he talked about Lyra reminded me of how I felt about you. I think you would really like him."

Lyra had followed her heritage, deciding to study at the University of Edinburg where she majored in music. Mason met Lyra in a study group when he was a senior and she was a freshman. When she returned home after she graduated to work with a music executive in Los Angeles, he'd followed her.

"I think you'd approve. She's really happy when she's with him." I tugged on the grass. "You didn't leave me a video on what to do today. I need to know what to say to her and what to do when I know she is missing you. I found the envelope and the bracelet that had been sitting on top of the box you kept your wedding dress in, but you didn't leave anything for me. Sarah, what do I say to her? I know how much she wants you here." I closed my eyes and felt my skin warm from the sun.

"I hope I made you proud. She truly is a beautiful young lady. She has your smile. Actually, she looks so much like you, Sarah. She really is a younger version of you. Even her stubbornness is yours." I paused and cleared my throat. "I wish you were here. I love you. I will always love you."

I ran my hand over the grass and started to draw. My yellow gel.

Leaving Sarah's grave with an invisible love letter etched to the ground, I walked over to my car. Grace, my wife, sat inside my car waiting for me. When Lyra insisted that I get back out there, I'd decided to give dating another go, and we met through mutual friends. We had been married for the past five–years. She understood that I had lost my one great love because she lost her true love as well. We balanced one another, and we loved each other very much.

But she would never be my yellow gel.

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I carried the small box Sarah had left along with an envelope for Lyra. Today was harder for me than most days because not only was my little girl getting married, but I desperately missed her mother.