Escape {COMPLETE}

~Epilogue~

Sean's P.O.V.

I woke up this morning and looked at the calendar. October eighteenth....it comes by so quickly, every year. I rolled out of the bed and got myself all dressed up--teeth brushed, hair a sexy mess, and in a tuxedo. I was wearing the red tie; the one she said she'd liked in seventh grade....

I went out to the grocery store and bought a bouquet of blue roses--her favorite color, and flower--and started driving. I knew the route so well, I could drive it backwards, blindfolded, or both. I looked in my rear-view mirror, my blue eyes flashing back at me. She said she'd liked my eyes. I don't see why, to this day...but she always did.

I took a right into the place of my destination. The leaves from the trees cascaded down, like a red and yellow waterfall, raining down onto my silver car. I drove casually up the winding road, taking my time. I knew I didn't need to rush. She'd be there, waiting for me, like every year.

I parked the car near a gazebo, and got out of the car, being careful with the flowers. They smelled so sweet, and they reminded me so much of her. I took a sniff, briskly shutting the door of my car and walking to the spot I knew was reserved especially for her.

The cemetary always looked so beautiful at this time of year...

The flowers were gently ruffled by the breeze, and I placed them gently upon her grave. I sighed. Even though I knew it word for word, I reread the caption on her tombstone:

Hannah Makaylan Shannon

December 30th, 1997-October 18th, 2012

Loving sister, daughter, granddaughter, and friend.

She will be missed.

I felt the tears building up inside me. It's been exactly thirteen years since the day the love of my life died in my arms. I am now twenty-seven years old, and I have a wife and two kids. I love my wife, Victoria, and my little 4-year-old girl, Kiara. My 2-year-old son, Cody, is the thing I am most proud of in this world. I love them all, but....Hannah.....she still holds a special place in my heart. She always will. Even though I thought it impossible, I have moved on in my life. I knew she would've wanted that for me.

But I'll see her again one day, when my time comes. I will be so glad to see her.... I know she watches over me; I think she's my guardian angel. I can feel her there, sometimes....as if she were right there with me. And each year, when I visit her grave, I can feel her standing by me, holding my hand.

It made me happy to know she was there, but it was so bittersweet. I cried soft, gentle tears, of joy and sorrow at the same time. I got to hear her say that she loved me before she died, and I've been thankful for that ever since the tragedy occured.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you, too," The wind murmured back.

I closed my eyes and took in a breath, relishing this moment.

Hannah's P.O.V.

I watched from my gold-dust shimmered cloudy chair, my heart aching. I had felt so terrible for him....all the torture I had put him through....yet he still loved me. I knew I loved him, too, I just couldn't accept it. Not til it was too late....

I glanced up from the pool of water that revealed the human world to me. Nick and Erin were looking down at me in pity. Patrick, Anna, Rachel, and Blaze were off somewhere, probably praying. No one else wanted to look into the crystalline window; no one wanted to see people mourn for them.

I stood, slowly. I stretched out the golden wings that God himself bestowed upon me, softly shaking the shiny golden dust that blanketed this holy land. My friends, my dear, dear friends....I was so glad that I could see them and be with them forever more. I walked up to Erin, hugging her. I hugged Nick, too. They both knew what I was doing.