Saviors (Completed)

Epilogue

The happy birthday song was laid behind me as I moved into the driver seat of my car. I looked like some rich girl in it, but after I had gotten my driver license I couldn't just let it be. It would be disrespectful towards Francisco and then... it's pretty cool.

I laid my bag on the passenger seat and pressed the pedal. I turned right and drove towards the church. The wind was cold, but the sun shone down upon me and my sparkling new car.

The parking lot was empty. Not a surprise since it was Wednesday afternoon. I parked close to the cemetery and jumped out of my car with the bag in my right hand. I skirted through the north gate and silently closed it behind me.

The headstones were all lined beautifully. Not one was the same. Some was still shining in the sun, while others have rusted through the hard years or wind, snow, and rain. Only a light breeze was crashing through the stones at the time, but I bet they had looked beautiful with layers of white snow.

Beauty over death is something there couldn't really be sat a finger on. It was sad and tragic, but here, you worship and memorize the deceased as everyone deserves to be both while living on earth and in heaven.

I opened my bag and pulled out a single white rose from its depths. It was a bit flat, but still beautiful like roses where supposed to be. Actually, just like my mother had been.

A single tear glided down from my cheek and landed solidly on my hand.

I shook my head. I had not come here to cry, but to talk to her.  I'm not here for her, not really. I'm here for me. Selfish, I know, but I have to.

There was still dew on the grass. My shoes had already been soaked.

I stopped. Unlike the unloved graves, my mothers were brand new with flowers blooming all over. Even after what happened with my father, a lot of people still admired her and her work for the whole town. A weird reason to lay flowers, but what do I know.

I bent down and hid my flower between the spiral of colors for all the other expensive flowers.

I glanced around. At night, this cemetery would be spooky and give me chills down my spine, but in daylight, it was so much more. Still spooky and filled with dead bodies, but also glittering in sunlight and appearing as the last rest for our loved ones. It's a way to honor them in the death and to always be able to visit them everytime our heart would desire so.

The ground was frozen into stone, but I still sat down crosslegged. From my bag, I took out the letter she had given me. I have read it a thousand times without it feeling right. This would be my last time, so it just has to be right.

Well, here goes nothing.

"I brought the letter you gave me." I opened it up and glanced down it. "I visited the hospital. They confirmed your words. I still can't understand how I missed it. Maybe it was all the drinking?"

I waited, but of course, no reply would come.

"I have a lot of things to say to you. I even practiced what I was going to say before I came, but now, it's all gone. I have never been good at speaking words, not like you, but I'll try, for you."

I cleared my throat, running a hand through my free hair. I scanned my eyes through the words before I began reading.

"Dear, Nina. I hope you find your brothers room. You may not get any answers from it, but I still hope it will make a few things clearer; especially about my feelings towards you and Liam. Since your father was sat behind bars by you and Mason, I haven't really been myself. My head is spinning and all these thoughts are driving me crazy. Everything tells me that I am not supposed to be in your lives anymore; you don't deserve that. I thought a lot about everything when I walked around in our house. I found the gun there. It was probably your fathers. I started hating him a little, seeing the rotten heart in him. I cried for many hours, but without reason. My time is up. I love you and your brothers, but you can't have me there. I only want to live on in your hearts instead of this horrifying world.