Lovers and Lawbreakers

The End: Part Two

"He's in critical condition, I'm sorry ma'am."

"You have to let me go see him, please!"

"You're not family, Ms. Takahashi. Please sit down."

"Please, I have to make sure he's okay-"

"That's what the hospital is here for."

"I need to see him!"

"Ma'am-"

"You don't understand!"

"Sit. Down."

*

The thoughts in Mari's head whirred around like bypassing cars.

I thought he was caught.

It's Peter all over again.

He won't make it.

She hadn't realized how long she had spent in the hospital waiting room before a nurse was finally escorting her to his room.

He was hooked up on all kinds of machines.

But he was alive.

Even better, he was awake, blinking, breathing, smiling.

"Mari," he said.

"David," she said.

It wasn't like Peter. David wasn't dead.

Mari started sobbing.

*

By the morning, Melanie and Ian had come to visit. They were worried sick. Mari was still in shock. David was thinking, as he always did.

"I thought we had caught him," David said. "But apparently not. Anthony said my attack was executed the exact same way. The only difference was that he missed and got scared before running away and never getting the chance to hit Mari."

Ian shook his head. "You need to rest. Stop thinking about it."

David's eyes met his from across the room and held his gaze for a moment.

He dropped it and said, "you're probably right."

*

After a week, David was officially discharged, and Mari got a call at one in the morning only a few days later.

It was Ian, yelling down the phone that Melanie was in labor and was crying for her. Mari quickly made her way down, not bothering to keep quiet. David had been at work all night despite Mari telling him he should give it a rest.

*

At the hospital, Mari was gripping tightly to Melanie's hand as she screamed in pain.

A nurse came in and checked how far along Melanie was before saying, "you're only at six centimeters. You're a trooper, Mrs. Hecox."

She huffed out one last groan as the waves of her contraction died down. She had been in labor for 17 hours at that point, and Mari had been there for 11 of them.

And then, everything was a blur.

There was crying, screaming, shouting, and somewhere in between it all, Mari heard the words, "Ian Hecox, you are under arrest for the assault of Miranda Dearing, Erin Zachary, Shane Dawson, and Mari Takahashi, as well as the murders of Matthew Sohinki, Joshua Ovenshire, Joey Graceffa, and Peter Kitch, and the attempted murder of David Moss. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the state provide one to you. Have you heard and understand these rights?"

David was there, snapping the handcuffs, and Mari was still gripping Melanie's hand in shock as the woman in labor screamed at him and two police officers, and Ian was silent. Terrifyingly silent.

*

"What was his motive?"

"He was mentally unstable and didn't like it when other people were in love. He believed love was something that only belonged to him and his wife. It's a shame he'll never be able to experience it again, then."

*

3 years later

Melanie was there, holding her child's hand as they walked down the aisle. Her name was Isabella, and she was Mari's goddaughter as well as the flower girl at her wedding.

And Mari was in a veil. And David was in a tuxedo. And Ian was in jail.

He and Melanie eventually got around to being divorced, and she was dating someone else now, someone sane.

And there was kiss, and cheering, and the end of a tragic story with tragic characters and beautiful love, and the beginning of a story of small and muddy footprints in the house and a dog named Cheerio, and thanksgivings with a woman called Melanie George and her daughter Isabella George, and they couldn't be any happier. But that was the future, and now they were stood at the alter with it all in front of them.

*

Our story ends in a city called Los Angeles, at a time where it was draped in dark, the moon hanging in the sky like a drop of milk.

There was a woman in a beautiful white gown holding a bouquet of an array of vibrantly colored flowers standing over a grave illuminated by the stars where he was watching from above.

She smiled and wiped a tear that fell down her cheek.

She let a small heart-shaped locket fall to the ground in front of the old stone, a reminder of the past, but also one of new beginnings.

There were whispers of never forgotten promises into the midnight air.

"I'll never forget you," heard the stars.

"I'll never forget you either," the wind whispered back.

*

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