Stay with me, always.

Epilogue.

It wasn't until almost six decades had passed that I took another trip to Twelve. To speak to another girl whom I needed to convince me of her undying love for her own star-crossed lover. A girl who plagued me with the same lullabies I had blocked out of my memory so long ago. Another thorn in my side. Another girl plucked from the masses. Another girl who was yet to learn that my Father was right in the end, it's the things we love most that destroy us.