A Voice Left Unheard(mxm)

Epilogue

The breeze was light and the sun shined ever so perfectly that it was neither too hot or too cold.

Stupid weather.

Acting as usual when someone I love has died.

I stared at the gravestone set before my eyes and grew with more annoyance.

Stupid gravestone.

It didn't even show the type of person he was at all.

Loved by all?

That's such a basic statement it's as if he was no different from other people in this world.

But he was different.

He was quick to understand and more loving than most people.

He was bright and optimistic and gave the world light.

Sure he was human so he wasn't perfect. He tended to be really impatient when it came to waiting in lines or waiting for food and if he was hungry he turned into an actual demon. He let his emotions control him and never really thought logically.

But he was warmth to me. As cheesy as it sounds, he melted my frozen heart. He was the reason I was able to change.

He saved me.

He saved so many others too.

Yet, no one will ever hear about him.

No one will ever realize what he's done.

No one will ever write a book or play about him.

He'll never be the headline of a newspaper.

Not even his parents will be aware of the lives he's saved. They'll never be aware of his impact. The only people that will know of the amazing things he's done are the people he saved.

As angry as that makes me, it's probably how he would want it.

He never liked attention and he didn't act kind and caring for attention. He didn't save others expecting them to pay him back. He just did it because he loved.

He loved people, and the world.

And I loved him.

I set the small roses in my hand in front of the grave and felt as if I was letting go of something special when I released the flowers.

I ran my fingers along the name on the gravestone and felt my mind slowly losing composure.

Dad...

Dad!

Please take care of Owen up there. Will you?

He'll need some company.

I'll warn you, he's a little dorky and super stubborn.

He's also super cheesy and such an airhead.

But he's kind. And he treated me gently.

I'm sure you and Owen will get along if you get to know him, okay?

Owen...

You weren't anyone famous.

But you were still heard.

And maybe you died thinking that many people will never hear your voice, maybe you died thinking you'd always be someone that would blend in but of course I wouldn't let you die like that.

Everyone you saved from Wyatt heard your voice.

I heard your voice.

And everyone reading my novel heard your voice.

I'll make sure to get this book to others all around me.

But I can promise you this much...no matter how insignificant you believed you were, from the beginning of your life...you were never a voice left unheard.