Bruised and Scarred [short story]

Epilogue: Living

"i was screaming long live all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, i'm not afraid"

"Mom, why are we here?" My daughter complains, her words exasperated. "What could be so important that I had to drop my appointment with Jasper just to come to the cemetery?" She's dressed nicely in a strapless blush-pink dress and ivory flats, something so unlike her usual boyish getup. It's evident that Jasper is someone that is very important to her.

"Likewise, Cadence, what could be so important that you can't accompany your mother for a while?" I counter, watching in satisfaction as she flushes, falling silent. "Now then, follow me. We don't have much time to waste."

"Fine, you win," she concedes defeat with a grumble. However, I can tell that she's curious as to what I'm going to do.

"I always win, honey," I remark, before grabbing her wrist and yanking her along. As we walk, I glance down briefly at the crumpled note clutched in my other hand.

July 21
If we should ever part ways, meet me at the cemetery on this date. I'll always be waiting for you.
Love,
Flower Boy

Flower Boy was his nickname after that day in the park, the same day he gave this note to me. Who would've known that it would actually come true?

I sigh, shaking my head to clear the memories of our past. Flower Boy might have been my light, but that is the past. I am married now, with a loving husband and two kids.

Still, it can't hurt to try right? Even though I've been coming here at this same date for the past twenty years without any luck, it won't hurt to try.

Just then, I notice a figure, with his back turned to me, standing by the grave I always visit. The grave with the stone angel and elegantly arranged flowers.

"Mom, who's that?" Cadence mumbles worriedly. I guess the atmosphere of the cemetery is finally getting to her, and the appearance of a mysterious person isn't helping.

"I don't know," I reply honestly. "Hold on, stay here." With that, I stride forward, tapping the stranger on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but who are-" The words that I'm about to say stick in my throat as I come face to face with a pair of warm chocolate eyes.

"Oh, sorry, are you visiting this person?" The teenager apologises, running a hand through his ruffled ink-black hair. "It's just, my father just gave me this cryptic note that told me to come to the cemetery on this date. It was just signed off by someone named 'Flower Girl'. I've been wandering around for a while and was resting here. I'm sorry, I'll get out of your way now," he rambles, looking sheepish.

"Well then," I breath, feeling a bit dazed by the turn of events. Soon, my disbelief turns to joy, and a smile takes over my face.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Flower Girl."

A/N
Look out for bonus chapters soon! The next bonus chapter will be a bit of elaboration on the main character, and will be updated with this epilogue! The terms Flower Boy and Flower Girl will also be explained soon ;)

I'm also thinking of a possible sequel, or a more elaborate version of this book (one like an actual book, not just a short story). What do you guys prefer?

Also, I'm currently in the process of editing the chapters and revamping them to make them a little more realistic and with less references and plot holes/foreshadowing. So if you read back, you might find a few things that are quite different.

Anyway, I'm going to work on the next bonus chapter, so see you soon!