Partials

Epilogue

It's been two years since Sin died now. He is practically a hero, everybody knows him as the boy who found a cure. The boy who uncovered all the secrets and sacrificed his life to save the human race. We managed to save most of the people who were in the snack chamber, including Shanelle, we are way closer now then we have ever been. I'd like to say that we cured all the Partials. But sadly there was no hope. They were too far gone. So we killed them, guns blazing and shot every single one of them. The ones that we didn't shoot, eventually kind of gave up on the will to live and faded away. The human population is growing, a sense of safety has been restored. My dad changed the P.F.E into a normal school where we can learn normal stuff like Math and English, rather then how to fight for our lives. It's a nice change. Sin is always on my mind. He may be a hero, but he's a dead hero. And that still hurts. I don't think I will ever fully be able to get over him. I can't just forget everything he did for me.

He died saving my life.

He died to protect me.

I'm standing at his grave, by myself at night, in the rain. Something I wouldn't have done two years ago without a knife on me. Im holding a single black rose. It felt like the right flower to bring. I'm clutching the stem so tight in my hands the thorns are drawing blood. It's ok. The physical pain will heal. Im more worried about the scars inside that are still healing. I don't know if they will ever get better.

I didn't go to Sins funeral. I couldn't bring myself to do it. So here I am now. The two year anniversary. I had so much planned to say to him. I wanted to tell him how everything is better now. How he fixed the world. I looked at the wilting flowers beside his tombstone. The words 'Sin. Hero and Friend' are carved into it, above his date of birth and his death date. I want to tell him everything. Tell him how I felt when I first saw him, how I felt when we were in the nurses office after I punched him in the face, tell him how I felt when I realised we were stuck underground, how I felt when the Partials took us, what it was like in the cacoon, how relieved I was when he saved me, the floating sensation when he kissed me and how great the sunlight felt on my skin when we escaped the Partials Den. I smiled at the warm feeling bubbling inside of me at these memories. This is why I was here. To thank him for the memories. The memories I would randomly catch myself smiling at, whenever I thought about them.

"Thank you." I whispered to the grave. I lay the roses against the tombstone.

He was more then just my hero.

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Authors note- The end! If you have read this far I want to thank you. I can tell you now that there will not be a sequel to this story but feel free to check out my other story "red" it's a little red riding hood story with a twist.

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