Kalopsia // Fillie

Chapter t w e n t y o n e

♥epilogue♥

ღthe end of all thingsღ

Finn was blue. Finn was deep and pure and incredible. His eyes were brown, warm like chocolate and comforting like autumn. His words were violet, strong yet compassionate. Finn was a collection of all the beautiful things I've ever yearned for. He completed me, but at the same time, helped me find myself. I can't believe it's already been a year since he transcended this life for the next. Today is exceptionally chilly, a breeze toys with my hair and the hem of my skirt. The bag in my left hand taps against my leg at a rhythmic pace. Everything is different now. My legs are strong, yet the boy I loved the most is gone. It's unfair, it's tragic, it's life. I did what he asked, I lived, but I never forgot. This past year me and Jo decided to repaint the house, it's a bright yellow that I'm positive Finn would've loved. We went camping in the woods and slept under the black abyss. The stars looked like freckles, and though they were majestic, Finn's were lovelier. We took a trip to Paris, the place I loved so dear was so tristful. I saw his apparition in every café window, in every pond, in every smile. It hurts, God it hurts. I don't think it ever won't. Looking down somberly, I sniffle and rub my nose. The earth beneath my boots is browning and hard, compacted and trampled from years of wear. Around me, trees drop their leaves, allowing them to cascade close to their weathered trunks. And through their remaining branches, the sun glows warmly, creating a sleepy atmosphere. Taking a step forward, I attempt to ignore my wobbling knees, I have to, there's something I've come here to do, and it's not just taking the view in. Deep breath Millie, breathe. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the crumpled piece of paper. I've written this note countless times because the words never sounded right. Everything had to be perfect, and this is the closest I can get. Clearing my throat, I read the letter with trembling fingers.

Dear Finn, 

Every day that passes is a melancholy reminder that you're gone. I miss you...but I believe in fate, and surely the same fate that brought us together in the first place will reunite us again. Thank you for being exactly what I needed during my stay at Harbor's Hospital for the ill. You saved me multiple times, and I'll be forever grateful. I hope you're safe, and surrounded with all the lovely things you deserve. Sincerely yours,
Millie, the girl who loves Paris, writing morbid stories, and most importantly, you.

This is it Millie, this is when you let him go. Taking a deep breath, I pull a shiny, black lighter out of my thick coat and flick it on, watching the little flame swirl and dance. Holding it to the edge of the paper, I watch the note catch fire, the flame smoldering the words. Closing my eyes, I toss the burning page to the wind. It catches on a breeze as the ashes begin to shatter, drifting to wherever the universe desires. As is Finn now, I suppose. His spirit is free, no longer tethered to me. I've finally laid him to the rest he deserves. Slowly, I sit on the ground and lay down, staring up at the clear, blue sky. Still, my work here is not done yet, there's one last thing I have yet to do. Grasping the worn book from inside my canvas bag, I flip to the end of The Fault In Our Stars and begin to read aloud.

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices, I hope she likes hers."

I do Finn,

I do.

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And that is it! That is the end of the dreadfully long(short????) story. I'm working on another story, so if you happen to find yourself liking my work, feel free to check it out! Thank you for reading it (if you made it this far) it truly means a lot :,)

Till next time! 

~K

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