Mimeomia

epilogue

EPILOGUE

( — a concluding part added to a literary work, as a novel. )

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          MY DARLING AGENT, SUN OF MY LIFE, MY SUN AND STARS,

          Please don't kill me. I don't know how to tell you this without being awfully blunt, but I had to make some last-minute changes to the book. The most relevant ones are in the epilogue. Please don't kill me. You're still my favorite person.

          Lincoln

Lincoln,

First of all: go to hell.

Second of all: WHY DO YOU HATE ME?

Third of all (if there's even such a thing): luckily for you, we like you. I'll go check it out and then get back to you if they decide to print or not. But screw you.

Devon

          Dev,

          I'd marry you.

          Lincoln

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          VANESSA TOSSED A ROCK TOWARDS THE LAKE. It bounced once, twice, thrice before finally sinking into the seemingly shallow waters, and she sighed, crossing her arms behind her head. Dylan took a step forward, hands feeling the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, and she briefly turned around to glance at him.

          She smiled. Dylan only caught a glimpse of it, being busy swinging himself up to climb the tree, as he had done thousands of times, ever since he was a little boy. Sighing softly to herself once more, Vanessa kicked off her shoes and rolled up her jeans, leaving her ankles and half of her calves uncovered, and stepped inside the lake.

          "Vanessa," Dylan called, fingers curled around a thick branch to prevent him from sliding off the tree (it would be a pretty nasty fall, he thought, and he sincerely was not in the mood to humiliate himself in front of her for the millionth time), but she didn't move an inch so as to show she had even heard him. "Ness." He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge when they began to slide down. "Nessie, please—"

          "You never called me Ness before," she said, taking off her cardigan and throwing it back to the shore, and her hair lit up in flames when the wind blew the ginger strands to the side. He gulped. "Is it because I'm standing inside a lake?"

          He sighed. "I'm not nicknaming you after the Loch Ness monster."

          "My classmates did, back in middle school. Long Neck Nessie." Vanessa tucked strands of hair behind her ears, looking back at him for a fleeting moment, and, despite the considerable distance between the two of them, Dylan knew he could count the freckles speckling her cheeks and nose. "It stopped bothering me after a while, anyway. I soon learned to embrace my identity. Nessie's Girl."

          "Where can I find a woman like that?"

          Vanessa laughed, a bubbly sound that felt exactly like a hug. "That was smooth, Tree Boy. Is that how you pick up women?" He shook his head, his golden curls bouncing up and down as he did so. "Shame. I think that's one of the ways you went wrong. How many are there, anyway?"