Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Epilogue

 Epilogue

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"You are like light for the whole world. A city built on top of a hill cannot be hidden, and no one would light a lamp and put it under a clay pot. A lamp is placed on a lampstand, where it can give light to everyone in the house." - Matthew 5:14-15

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20 years later

                The Irish countryside was a natural scenic splendor, one that was now more difficult to find than a gnarled ogre’s canine tooth or a light fairy’s tear-dried wings. This realm had changed so much – the technology, the people, the cities, the fashion, the lifestyle; really, it was a wonder that such a beauty still existed, untouched by time, especially in the Fourth.

                A ticklish breeze waltzed with my shoulder length hair as I stood on the edge of the precipice, arms apart like a bird taking flight, breathing in as much grass and dew and sunshine as I could. I closed my eyes, capturing the lively valley below me, the mountain range in the distance, the butterflies playing hide-and-seek, the vivid flowers that painted the hillside into a palette full of color. I wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this.

                The Portal I came through was about a five minute trek downhill. I was at the rendezvous. I felt someone walk towards me from behind; a hand tapped my shoulder and I looked back to see a boy I once knew.

                He still wore the same playful smile, had the same blonde hair, the same right build – just like how I remembered him. Though physically he was the same, his aura was more mature, and I could feel his wisdom just by his gait. Smiles were exchanged.

                “Icy.”

                “Neil.”

                He took his place beside me and we watched peacefully as life went on around us in the cool afternoon light.

                “How are ya doin’?”

                “Good. How’s life?”

                “I guess ya can say it’s going well.”

                I never knew what to say at times like this, times of…reconciliation and reunion. He fumbled for words as well, his accent still thickly intact.

                “Wow, it’s…been a while.”

                “Yeah.”

                “I didn’t see you at- Louis and Harry’s funeral?”

                “I didn’t attend.”

                “Wow, so it’s been like, 20 years?”

                “Felt like it.”

                The sun proceeded its slow journey across the sky one inch, and stopped again.

                “How’s Arricus?”

                “Good, really good. He was completely out of medication a bit after Perrie started giving him her healing herbs. He’s under the guidance of the High Warlock now – not of Tawora, of Igrid or something, training, doing some seriously cool stuff. The most recent one being finding the cure for some ogre infection, a potion or something.”