Epilogue

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Finn


I can't stop. I want to but I can't. I just can't stop thinking about her. She plagues me in my dreams and taunts me when I am awake. I know I'll never have her, but I want her. Every fiber of my being, every atom in my body yearns for her. All I need is one touch. But no! I know I'll want more. I can't have her! But she consumes my every thought! Why must this happen to me? 'Lo' you know you can't have her so you must stop this nonsense!' I say to myself but it doesn't help. I don't know for how long I can keep this hidden. I can't allow it to be uncovered or else everything will shatter as a broken glass shatters from an opera singer's highest note.

'What can I do, Oh Lord, to expel these thoughts from my mind?!' I say to God, but yet I get no response. And so I retire to my cold, dark, lonely bed, with only I to comfort me. I don't want to close my eyes but yet again I never want to open them. Eventually sleep overtakes me and I dream of her. I can smell her, she smells of lavender. The way she did when I first met her. Her smile is so beautiful and her laugh is that of a carefree child. I wake to hear a beautiful voice singing. It's the most beautiful sound that I've ever heard. It's her, I know it is. She is singing to calm the baby after he has cried and awoken her. I want her so badly. All I can ever do is think about Logan.

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