Holy crap you guys ! Here’s the epilogue! I want to thank everyone again because you are all just so amazing and I appreciate you reading a voting and commenting on my JTK books!!! I’m sad to finally wrap this one up, but I’m also happy to because I feel I’ve created something beautiful and I couldn’t have done it without you people who stayed and read it and connected to it, gah, thanks soooo much!
Lastly, I really hope you can all take some lessons and advice from this epilogue, as Jeff has from the story.
Stay amazing, and I hope you will all enjoy this! –Stay punky !!!
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The definition of happiness is “the state of being happy.”
Even a child could figure that one out.
So why is it that I cannot for the life of me piece it together? Why is it so difficult for me to find this bright state of being that everyone else seems to be so lucky to find every now and then?
Well, maybe because I am not mean to experience this feeling.
And strangely enough, I’ve found that I am happy in not being happy.
Does that make sense?
These past 6 years have been sewn to the brim with change, mostly, along with a few patches of tragedy here and there, like always. For instance, the investigator who spent his early adult life grieving over the death of his fiancé is a tortured person with a tortured past and a nonexistent future. I say this simply because he will never have his first love to hold in his arms for as long as he lives, his chest broken with sadness and suffering, all because of me. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about him, or his misery, but I do sympathize with the conclusion that he spends his days and nights, tirelessly tracking my murders, following my hidden trail, and losing sleep due to my image, haunting him. I only wish he would refrain from the amount of anger and tirelessness he drives himself through every day, his job of locating me becoming his own twisted obsession. After the incident 6 years ago, he blamed himself for Jenny’s murder, along with those of the doctor (who they found floating around in the river), the men in the woods, the guests at the dinner, and Chris’s parents simply because he “wasn’t focused enough.” So, he never took a day off from work, had long nights at the station, revisited all of the cases, in which I was crowned the murderer, for clues or signs or relatively anything to help find me before more people were killed. If you ask me, it was an enormous weight that was soon to crush him to nothing but a puddle of liquid. He began driving himself mad with frustration as he shed his skills and tactics, randomly guessing and making up purposes for me to be places that I was not nor will ever be. The agency realized that he was contracting a very deadly disease of ‘the crazy’ and began to grow worried for his mental health and stability; he was obsessed. But sadly, obsessing will get you nowhere in life; he was fired. Now, the investigator spends his days trailing behind a ghost of me, the clues nonexistent and useless. He would never love again, because he wouldn’t allow himself to unless I was dead, and he would never sleep, because he refused to rest until I was in captivity. I only wish he could see, but alas, he was in the dark. And once you’re in the dark, there’s no way out without a light to guide you home. The investigator will never find that light, or the way home, and I believe he will die searching for me when he should have died searching for himself.
On a lighter note, there are those of us who start out with a good foundation, which turns into a shitty situation, but in the end, becomes an aspiring sensation. As much as I hate to say it, I am implying Christopher here. After the dinner ended in bloody disaster, courtesy of yours truly, Chris fled, along with his fortune of literature. Due to our little chats about myself, he decided to title his book Conflicted, and he explains why in a quote from the last chapter:
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