His | Mine | Ours

Epilogue

I stand at my grandma's grave, lost in thought.

After eating lunch with the Roberts and hanging with my friends, I came here to sit with grandma for a while.

Before I left, Sam told me about the party Alice Cullen was throwing.

I wasn't really interested in going, but under the influence of my friends, I agreed to go.

I told them I'd meet them there.

I also answered Rosalie and Emmett's texts, asking if I were going.

I swear they were such a pain.

But I have to respect the agreement and since they are keeping their end of the deal, I'm keeping mine.

I sigh myself and add my flowers to the new flowers that had been on her grave.

Someone visited which makes a little happy.

I'm glad to know she had other people in her life who cared about her.

I sit at her grave for what seems like hours before I leave.

The next stop is to my grandma's house.

I got a call last week that the place was finished and ready to move into.

I had them furnish it and got some movers to take everything out the storage and move it into the house.

I haven't had the chance to go back yet.

However, today, I have a strong desire to go back.

I drive to the newly built house standing where the old house once stood.

Instead of vinyl, they used wood and brick.

The driveway is smoothly paved and there's a small garden in the front yard.

I park my car and get out.

I walk to the front door and climb the steps.

I grab the key from under the rug and open the door.

I go inside, shutting the door behind me.

I turn on the lights and look around.

Everything looks like a mix between rustic and farmhouse decor. It blends well with my grandmother's old furniture.

I walk around the house, accessing the work.

I had two more bedrooms added, making it a total of 4 bedrooms instead of 2. They all had windows as well.

I stop when I step into the master bedroom.

All my grandmother's things were inside.

I slowly move forward looking around.

It looks prettier than it used to.

Grandma would have loved this.

I grab the perfume off the dresser and spray some on my wrist.

It was that old powdery scent with floral notes my grandma loved.

I sit it down and feel the sheets on her bed.

I appreciate them for keeping the original aesthetic for this room.

As much as it hurts me to see, there's also warmth I feel being in here. I feel my grandma.

I lay down in her bed, grasping the pendant on my neck.

"What should I do now, grandma?" I say to no one.

"I know you want me to live and do well.....but it all seems pointless. It feels like there's nothing in this world for me...."

"I don't even know what I'm living for anymore. It feels like everything is useless...."