Murder

Epilogue

"Rob? Rob, how do you feel?" I hear my dad ask. I open my eyes. I'm in a really bright -almost blinding- room. I think it might be a hospital room, it's bright and smells like cleaning products. "M-my chest hurts. What happened?" I asked. "You got shot, son. I'm sorry." my dad answered. The last thing I remember is, looking up at Gab, telling her I'd be okay. I guess I kept my promise, because here I am, alive. Where is she? I look around the room, but I don't see her. Maybe she's getting something to eat, or maybe she's home sleeping. I hope she's doing either one of those, I hope she's been taking care of herself. "What are you looking for?" my dad asked. "Gab, where is she?" I asked. His eyes filled with tears, and he looked down. "She- she left you a letter." he said, his voice shaky. He points to the table next to me. There's a bear, and a note. Why would she leave me a letter? She could just tell me whatever it is she wants to tell me in person, she knows that right? I pick up the letter and begin to read. It looks tear stained, wonder why. "Dear Rob, well this is it," I start to read. Oh, oh my God. She didn't. She did not just- there's no way. I look at my dad. He's crying. Which means, she did. Oh no. I can't believe this. "Dad, you let her do this?" I asked. "Did you read the whole thing? I couldn't stop her." he said between sobs. First Russ, now her. And her dad was Russ' killer? This is so weird. And her heart, it's inside me. That's really weird. This is so much information to take in at one time, and now it's my tears that are staining the letter. I finish the letter, and I think a part of my soul died. The part of my soul that she held. I don't know what to do. But I do know that I'm gonna take her advice. I'm gonna stop worrying, and I'm gonna enjoy life. I owe her at least that much.