Voices; l.h.

Epilogue

Years have passed and Sky has discovered herself. She was now a famous author. She wrote about her life, about the struggles she faced. It was good for her to get everything out, to write it for all to see. She wanted people to know, for them to understand who she really was.

Over the years Sky lost touch with Luke. They tried to go against the doctors wishes but in the ended it didn't work. She was sad, of course, but she slowly got over it. She heard Luke was doing good, that he and his friends were traveling the world living life. That's all she ever wanted for the both of them. She wanted both of them to find happiness even if it wasn't with each other.

"You have a book signing at four."

She gathered her books and pens and smiled as she heard the radio play her favorite song.

"Today is going to be a good day, I can feel it." She smiled to herself.

She didn't mind book signings it was just a part of the journey. She didn't mind the questions people tended to ask.

They asked if she ever saw the doctor again. They asked if she ever found love again. They asked what ever happened to them.

Luke

They asked about Luke often. She would smile, but she would never give an answer. They could just tell by the look on her face she didn't like the question and would move on to the next. Tell her that they are happy she shared her story. Happy that she was around to tell it. Saying hopefully you'll find him one day, maybe he's closer than you think. She never bothered to try and reconnect. She didn't want to open that chapter of her life. She loved him and the feelings she had for him never changed. She still cares, but she doesn't want to get in his way, not again.

"Can you please sign my book?" A tall blonde asks.

She smiles as she looks up.

"Who should I make it out to?" She asked.

"Luke. Luke Hemmings."