One Wish

Epilogue

[Epilogue]

It’s been about four years since the accident. I was able to get over it about 80 percent. The other 20, I just couldn't let go of the fact that he ended his life because I was pissed at him for something he didn't do. Hershey died. He lived for a good 15 years. Another thing in my life that was taken away. Super.

I’m in my third year of college and I was in a cafe. Studying my ass off, since my reading comprehension sucked. I was buried in my book when someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked up to find a tall, handsome man. “Hey. You need anything?” He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

“Um, I’m actually one of your classmates, Macon. I was friends with Landon, actually. You came up to me and my friends to know about the bet. Anyways, you looked pretty lonely and I thought you needed a study buddy.” I thought he was hitting on me. I probably wouldn't date him, but.. never say never, I guess. To think of it, I don’t think this would be a very bright idea. He was close with Landon, now he’s one of my classmates. He could bring back unwanted memories. I remember him now. I was about to turn him down when I realized how this past four years, I’ve never had a date. I knew that I needed to get over Landon, but I never tried to put myself out there. I probably wasn't good enough to some guys.

“Uh, sure.” I gave him a half smile. Instead of continuing to study, I put my book down. I wanted to know this guy now that I have a chance. We talked and laughed for a while. Years passed by and we were still dating, then one day he proposed. I said yes, but I never, not once, forgot about Landon.

We had children. Two. Twins, actually. A boy and a girl. Avery and Kaiden Dillard. They grew up, when they reached the age of twenty-two, Macon and I divorced. We had a good marriage of 25 years.

He knew I was still in love with Landon and I wasn't doubting it. He asked me if I truly loved him, I couldn't answer him. I did love him, but not as much as I did with Landon. “I respect you for loving Landon, but if you don’t have true feelings for me, we might as well not be together.” 

I accepted the divorce. He married about 10 years later to a woman named Katherine. I was now living alone with a white-furred chihuahua named Kennan. Poor Kennan died after 12 years. I was now 86 years old, gracefully enjoying the rest of my life.

About ten years later, I had a stroke and was rushed to hospital. My heart was giving up on me. They said that they wouldn’t let an old woman like me live alone, for something like this might occur again. So, they put me in an Elderly Home Care Center.

I was getting weaker and weaker. I knew my time was coming. I was laying on my bed, in the darkness, the peace and quiet. I used my strength to reach for my dog tag and held onto it. On my nightstand, I had a picture of me back in 1999 with Landon when we first bought Hershey. It was my time to go, I knew it. I was going to meet Landon and Hershey. I smiled at the thought and I faded away slowly.