The Blackest Day

Epilogue

December, 2015

Remember when I said it was the beginning of the end? Well, it was the beginning of the beginning.

This year felt like a torturous eternity, where I was mourning every second since the death of my beloved Misty, where every night it was a challenge to fall asleep despite having spent the whole day mentally exhausted and the whole night crying.

I was not ready to spend the rest of life without my soul sister by my side, I was so mad because Misty didn't deserve to be in that horrendous place, and apparently, fate knew it, so it decided to bring her back to where she belongs.

Long story short, I passed out, and I thought I was hallucinating, upon waking up, Misty explained to me that Nan took her hand and led her back to the Coven. To my surprise, Nan was Papa Legba's favorite and she enjoyed hell, so she left immediately. I didn't get a chance to thank her, I basically owed her my whole life.

I no longer had anything else to do in Irvine, if I went there it was to escape a reality that was left in the past. Sure I would visit Jeff and Mutt as often as possible, I loved them, but they understood and knew that my home would always be with Misty.

They wished me the best in the life that I should never have turned down when I had the chance and life was being good enough to give me a second one, so in two days, I would be taking a flight back to New Orleans to live with Misty in her house by the swamp. I didn't care about my parents' opinion anymore, in fact, they will never know that I came back. Life taught me in a very hard way that taking into account the opinion of others would cost a lot later.

I was about to enter Jeff and Mutt's place, Venable was there. Always wearing her usual blazer with a tie and a skirt, all purple. I think that never again in my life will I like someone more than her, but we had to accept that nothing would happen between us. Time to move on.

There has been no progress this year, and she seemed to hate me more and more every day. If nothing happened in a year of seeing her at least twice a week, less would happen when we were miles apart in different states.

I had to say goodbye, at least to wish her luck in her job and that she continue to dedicate herself as only she knew how to do it.

"Good morning, Mina." I said greeted her. She hated that nickname.

"Fuck, for the thousandth time, don't call me that." She grumbled, clenching her fists against the desk. "You don't get tired of making my days bitter, do you?"

It was no surprise that she was easily irritated, and every day she hurt me in a different way. I hated it, but she didn't have to know.

"Don't worry, I'll stop making your days bitter because luckily for you, I'm moving back to New Orleans in two days, forever." I responded.

Venable stopped short and looked up. Her expression had completely changed and it was something strange. At that news, I expected her to scream with happiness or make a comment to let me know how glad she was that I would get away from her. But nothing, nothing like that.

"And... you're going to come visit us, right?" She said after a few seconds.

Us?

"Yes, obviously." I confirmed. "And why do you care? You hate me, I was hoping you'd be happier."

"Yes, uh... No! That doesn't make me happy at all!" She contradicted. "Just... I-uh, I was really amused to insult and demean you." She excused herself.