Epilogue Part 1

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Twenty Years Later

I watched the rain drops fall down the outside of the window. I watch them connect, just like Brianna and I did. They flowed to no rhythm, no beat - except for their own. We followed our heart beats, the rhythm of our nerves taking us.

Then, a tiny squeaky voice interrupted of my beautiful girlfriend. "Uncle Toby?" I turn around to see Annie, Connor's daughter. She was smiling up at me, squeezing her teddy bear, red kool-aid stained lips circled her missing front teeth. I smile as I close my eyes, she was so cute. So Brianna-like.

I hug her and then, she repeats herself, "uncle Toby?" I do a mumbled hmm? and Annie asks if I'm okay.

"Annie, twenty-some years ago," I start as i pull her up on my lap and spin her legs, so they were across my lap, and I continue, "Uncle Toby was with someone. You know, just like mommy and daddy. Her name was Brianna. She was beautiful, almost as beautiful as you. Brianna, I almost married her, but before I could, she went to Heaven." I said, then she smile faded only a little as she wiped away a salty, wet, painful tear. I laugh and shake my head. I kiss her forehead. "So did she love you?" Annie asked, her Connor-blue eyes peering up at me. "Yes, and I loved her very much too." I said with my voice shaking. "then, I love her too," she smiled and hugged me.

I knew Brianna was smiling down on me, and that's what made getting out of the squeaking, moaning, and groaning bed easier every day. I knew that is what Brianna would've wanted. Brianna wouldn't want my hair knotty, she would've put a knot in the back of my head, in other words - a huge bumb, and it would really hurt. I really know from experience. Brianna wouldn't want me crying because she would wipe them away, and kiss my cheek. Then, she would say something like, you're tears are salty, stay sweet.

Stay sweet. "Annie, wanna go get some ice cream?" I ask looking down at her. She nods her head rapidly and says, "as long as you tell me more about Aunt Brianna." I smile with a little chuckle. "Of course."

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