Shine For Me

Epilogue

Exactly two years have passed since the day Louis, Tom, and Jay had to say goodbye to Luna Daisy Rayn. Of course things have gotten easier, but Louis especially, can't go a day without thinking about her. Usually, a first love doesn't last, doesn't have a lasting effect, but this was different. Luna wasn't a normal girl and Louis realized that. 

Louis was standing in front of a mirror of his small, central London apartment, checking how his suit was. His face didn't have a lot of life when he woke up. He knew that he wouldn't, either. He's been dreading this day, the day he dreaded the same last year.

"I thought it'd get better," he muttered into the phone as his mother sighed in reply. "It's been two years. I thought last year would be harder. . . It's just the same."

"It's not going to be easy, Louis. You lost the only girl you loved. It's going to be hard, not easy." Louis nodded, even though his mother couldn't see him. "Go to her grave with Tom and her friend, be there for them. Be there for Luna."

"Thanks, mom," Louis said, adding a whispered "I love you" and hanging up the phone. He pushed his cell phone into his pocket, along with his wallet, and made his way to sidewalk.

After a short walk, he made it to the tram so he could get to the cemetery dry, just incase the unpredictable London weather decides it would be appropriate to rain. Lucky for Louis, the tram wasn't as busy as it could be, so there were limited people who saw the tears silently fall from Louis' eyes.

When the tram doors opened, he saw a familiar face standing at the top of the stairs that led to the sidewalk. She looked up and gave Louis a small wave, recieving one in return.

"Hi, Lou," Jay said softly, her once long hair now cut to her shoulders. 

"You ok?" Louis asked.

"Could be better," Jay said with a small chuckle. "I figured you'd take the tram from the shop, so I thought I'd wait."

"Thank you," Louis complied.

They walked together in an easy silence to the cemetery. If it wasn't for the busy sidewalks, Louis would be sure to cry all the way there, but he has a problem with showing too many emotions around strangers. Crying in the tram was bad enough, he didn't want to add on crying on the sidewalk and in front of Jay. Though, she has probably seen him cry more than anyone else.

"Louis?" Jay muttered. Louis turned his head to listen. "Isn't it supposed to be easier by now?" Jay's small voice sent a chill through Louis' body, reminding him of Luna's when she was dying in the hospital. Besides that, he was almost happy that Jay had asked, or else it would have been eating him alive. He's glad someone else thinks the same.

"I thought so, but I guess not," Louis said, then continued to explain into depth that he hadn't thought of earlier. "When people leave the earth, they want to be remembered don't they? Well, Luna didn't. When people die, leave, they leave all of these open wounds and scrapes. Luna left gashes without knowing. Eventually they'll scar over and we'll be able to move on, but everyone leaves scars. Everyone."

Jay linked her arm with Louis' and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered.

The two stood quietly in front of Luna's grave, their heads hung low. They both turned around at the sound of a car door shutting and saw Tom walking towards them with a boquet of daisies in his hands.

"Hello," the large man said. Jay and Louis chorused a greeting and watched as Tom set the flowers on Luna's grave and stepped back.

"Two years," Tom mumbled, shaking his head. "It doesn't feel that way."