Chapter 15- Epilogue

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"I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars" -Og Mandino

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We landed just outside of my apartment as the last firefly lamp was flickering. As I let my feet rest on the ground again, I felt a brief kiss planted at my left shoulder. That kiss melted my icy, cold nature and brought forth warmth, youth and vigor inside of me.

I immediately looked back to gaze into his almond eyes for one last time but all I saw was a faint white figure with a crown of light disappearing off in the distance. My heart fell apart when I yelled a meaningful goodbye but all I could hear was the humming of the wind.

I walked the flight of stairs up my apartment, lit the scented candle and picked up my feathered quill. I uncapped the bottle of India ink and dipped the pointed part into it. I grabbed a sheet of old parchment from the vellum stack, and let my passion devour my thoughts.

I am back to being a literary writer again. The pay won't be much but I am sure to be satisfied since I'll die an honorable death.

I hear a rustle of leaves by the windowsill and stand up to close the windows so I could get a good night's rest. To my surprise, I see a dirty white feather drift from the windowsill ledge into the darkness down below. 

I smiled. My guardian angel is always there to check on me and make sure I'm okay. Someday, sometime, we will meet again.

I will dedicate all my works and poems now to his speedy arrival. I will tell him how many sleepless nights I've had dreaming of him, carrying me once more to the sky. I will always remember him for saving my life when I was on the verge of dying. I will tell him how much I've missed him. And I will tell him how much I love him. 

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