The Rules Of Redemption

《Epilogue》

They're coming for me...I know it.

I sit distraught beside the icy white tombstone, the lingering yet pleasant sent of freshly cut grass surrounding me.

The harsh winter air around me is freezing cold yet my body is encased in a thick layer of heat, flustered by the pool of emotions boiling inside me.

As I feel the overwelming yet comforting burn of alcohol coursing through my veins, I'm unable to prevent the river of tears from escaping.

I haven't been able to bring myself to come here, to come and remember the agonising toture I felt as I helplessly watched the light leave Miles' eyes... but it's now the harsh reality of it all has finally hit me.

I sit frozen to the spot continuously reading and re-reading the message engraved in his headstone.

'On the wrong path to the right destination, a young man with a kind heart who was taken far too soon.'

He was taken far too soon and it was a result of my careless and pathetic actions.

His final words rang through my ears for days after his death, like a constant reminder of what had happened.

Now it's back and louder than ever!

It sounds almost as though he's shouting the words at me in a fit of rage, there's no escaping it.

I just want this to end.

They say when you kill someone it haunts you, destroys you, that you don't ever get over it, but when I shot Drake I didn't even flinch for fuck sake!

In some sort of twisted fucked up way I think knowing that he met his death by my hands makes me feel as though I did right by Miles, like i made his death worth something.

Just as I'm about to take a gulp from the seemingly never ending bottle of alcohol I'm interupted by the familiar sound of footsteps approaching followed by a rough male's voice invading my ears, authority dripping from his tone.

"Trinity Vera?" He asks although I can tell by the way he said it he knows exactly who he's speaking to, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

I turn slightly to find the owner of the voice is a police officer with two other officers standing on either side of him.

I'm quick to reply by nodding my head, knowing all too well what they wanted from me. "You're under arrest for the murder of Drake Fuller---"

I stop listening beyond that, slowly rising to my feet.

I've had this coming since the night of Miles' death, since I shot Drake without a second thought and I've made peace with it.

I straighten up and hold my hands out infront of me as I willingly allow him to place a pair of cold metal handcuffs around my wrists.

I hear the soft metallic click of the handcuffs locking in place and it's like music to my ears. It's been a long time coming but I'm finally going to get what i deserve.

My past has finally caught up with me.

As they walk me over to the police car I turn my head to have one last glance at Miles' final resting place.

We knew our relationship was bound to be toxic from the start yet we rushed into it without a care in the world, almost like we thought we were invincible.

...Now look where that's gotten us.