Now there was just one page left. A single one. The rest of the book has been ripped out. I needed to read this and then go downstairs.
"Today I get married and tomorrow my name finally is Jana Ruth Rowland and not J.R. Tuckerman anymore. That feels good.
I know this will be the last thing I write. This is my war book and when I am married my war is fought and I can start to live. With Row.
We will grow old in the house with the green shed and garage. Together. And then one of us dies and later the other one dies.
I can live in peace and die in peace. Maybe not how I imagined it but how I actually always wanted. I am happy.
Goodbye, war-book and goodbye war because I found peace in myself and I am ready to be free.
I am ready for the world."
"Your funeral is today, isn't it?", I asked the book and I felt like it said yes to me. "But you don't really care if I go there, right? However, I do care and I will go to the funeral. I will take this book with me, if you don't mind and if your coffin is open I will give it to you. If Row is still alive I will give it to him, okay, Jana?"
-Okay, Hugo.
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The Girl with the two grave stones
Short Story"I am well aware of the fact that nobody would ever understand my intention to do what I did. Well aware that anybody that knew my story would think I am insane. But that is kinda the reason why I did it" -J.R. Tuckerman
