Epilogue
(Dedicated to all those who have stuck with Jupiter Falls till now.)
It was French that Harry woke up to. French conversation, from his sister and his brother-in-law slipping through the walls; he woke up alone.
He didn't wake up with her—with Jupiter
—he left her.
He didn't want to wake and leave her again—like he had done for the past seven months and three weeks.
He didn't want to wake anymore, he didn't want to be without her anymore. (Because in the siesta he happened to live when he shut his eyes to the world, was the one he wished was true every day.
To be with her.)
He knew he shouldn't really sleep all day, but he did—it was better than this. Being in the city of love (because his sister didn't want him alone, mentally unstable—in her words— in a place a Eurostar train away. So she forced him into her French home, in her Parisian life, into her love-filled heart. Where he would wither like debris at the sight, smell and taste of what he used to have. What he missed).
"I love you, Harry. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much. I'll see you in New York, soon. I'll love you always, your Jupiter."
He loved her too. He loved her, he loved her and he loved her.
And now, even though it hurt to love, he still did.
Maybe it was because he was fed up of waking, or fed up of the constant reminder of what he lost talking in a foreign tongue the wall over but he decided today was the day.
The eulogy still fresh, like it was yesterday, in his mind as he ran his hands over the bottle,
"I will wait for the "sickle" of "Time's" "compass" to end my hopeless spinning, because without her, my beacon of light is dull, and just as Jupiter fell, I too will fall—but when?"
No, he wouldn't wait—he had for seven months—and he was fed up.
"Time will tell."
No, it would not, he would, he thinks as his eyes darken and shakily pour the pills into his palm.
And he told when the vodka pushed down the pills.
Oh, Harry searched, searched and searched for her and he couldn't find her or feel her presence.
In that moment his heart sunk, as it was pumping his last breath—
"I don't want you to save me."
—because she did save herself...
because she wasn't dead
—but he was dying.
"Dear God,
Please send my sister in to save me, resuscitate me. I'm sorry I didn't let time tell. I'm sorry, but please let me live so I can find her and be with her."
But he wasn't religious—he hadn't been to church in years, let alone believed in a God— so why should God answer his prayer?
Jupiter had learnt her lesson, and saved herself, he thinks, why can't he? (Because he needed someone to rectify his mistake.)
Jupiter learnt her lesson, but Harry didn't.
He needed a salvation...
J(esus / upiter).
THE END
//author's Note//
Do you think Jupiter's actually alive? What do you think happened to her flight, was it hijacked??
Do you think Harry's sister will realise he's dying in time?
Who do you think is Harry's salvation? J(esus / jupiter — you're meant to choose here... be interactive... inline comment on that bit!! who would you choose in that moment? who do you think he will choose?
I'd love to hear what you all thought of this ending...
I'd love to hear what you all though of the whole story—as a whole—and what you learnt (if you did learn anything)!
Without further ado,
goodbye readers and I hope you ALL enjoyed...
Jupiter Falls.
L xx
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