YOU are MADE for ME...

epilogue: YOU are MADE for ME

AN: seriously im crying!! You’ll know why soon enough...

 

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This story is fictional and the characters are coincidential...

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EPILOGUE

 

~YOU are MADE for ME.~

CYRIENE’S POV

 

I just wandered the whole campus for my spare time. I’m going to school again. But my brain tells me that I dont need to go here. It’s only for formality. Thats what Henry always say when I’m heading to my university. Of course Henry already have a job. A scientist most likely. He value science more than anything. He barely do math. I do math sometimes. My knowledge is basically divided with everything. Well except for being a Mom.

It has been 5 years since everything went to normal. I got better after 2 years. They offered me to go to a college. I was happy when my daughter came to me. I just couldn’t help it that whenever I look at her smiling all I see is Rafael’s face. My two Mom is taking care of my little girl when I’m gone. Sometimes when I dont have classes I go out with her for the entire day.

I always dream about Rafael. Ever since the incident Rafael never left my mind. There’s always a little bit of space for him there. Also at my heart. He never left my heart.

After roaming around and I dont have any class left. I should be going home. It’s almost dinner anyway. All of them will get worry that I’m getting home late today. Also my princess is waiting for me to get home. I just walked home from the university to my home. As soon as I’m home, a little girl is running to get close to me. I meet her halfway and carried her in my arms. She hugged me by my neck and kissed my cheeks.

“What took you so long to get home?” Henry said.

I looked at him and smiled. I guess he went home early today.

“I got trapped in my own memories.” I said.

“I’m assuming that most of the memories that trapped you is about Rafael.” He said.

“What you expecting other person?”

“Who’s Rafael, Mommy?” She said.

I just looked at her and smiled. I want to tell her evrything about Rafael. But the thing is I dont really like talking about him. Not that it hurt me evrytime I thought of him. It just that I know that when I tell her that. She’ll be thinking about it everytime. I know she’s just about 5. But she’s smart. Smarter than I was when I was a child. She might wish for something that his idiot Uncle Jordan would grant for her.

She dont know what power she have. Niether did us. No one knows what she can do yet. I kissed her hair.