Epilogue (part 3) to The Way She Dances
Epilogue
"Come on Lucy, we're gonna be late!" I yell up the stairs. "Whatever, I don't want to go! She was insane and you know it!" I hear my daughter yell back.
I know she wasn't exactly normal, but Layla was my mother. I love her and dad. But now they're both gone.
I always said I would be one of those people who doesn't have regrets, but now I do. She was never exactly happy when I was growing up, considering, like most women, she got pregnant right after her honeymoon.
The morgue said she died from a heart attack, but I know why she really died. I knew she had emotional issues, but what I found before they took her away, is a bottle. She had taken pills with no name or anything they were all gone. Of course she may have just accidentally messed up on her medications, but I doubt it. She had to live without Wade for so long.
I miss him, I miss her, I miss their love. I always said, "One day I'll find true love! Just like you and daddy!"
I'm afraid it didn't work out that way. My husband left me. Legally we are still married, but I don't love him, I don't think I ever did.
Layla and Wade Wilson.
"Lucy, I am serious! Get down here, or I will ground you from Netflix!" I scream. I know I got her this time. I see her stomping down. "Now, atleast act sad, this was your Grandma Layla, now, shall we go?" I ask.
"Fine."
I just keep walking holding Lucy's hand. Mother died a last week, and she was buried with Wade. I am happy for them, I don't know if heaven exists, but if it does, it will be with each other.
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