a r d e n
( e p i l o g u e )
for a straight month, i've unfailingly come to the park every night in hopes of finding something, but i don't know what. my brain does, though, and that's why no matter what happens, i don't miss my nightly trips.
i just wish i knew what i was looking for. it'd help me actually find it.
the stars are out again, and that's always a good sign. i've taken stars shining excessively to mean that spectacular things will happen, and even if i won't remember them, i'll at least get to experience them.
there's something else here tonight. i can make out a silhouette resembling the physique of a homo sapien, and i near it, ignoring all the warning bells going off in my head.
this could be it. this could be the strange thing that's been practically attracting my spirit to the park every night.
it could also be a demon who's out for blood. i might be under hypnosis, but i'm not very sure.
there's a name on the tip of my tongue, but i can't remember it clearly. all i know is that it begins with an r.
that much knowledge isn't any help.
the silhouette is clearly female, and she smiles and approaches me.
okay, not a demon. maybe a demon, but a cute demon.
"i was asked to give you this." she reaches into her trouser pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper.
i reluctantly take it from her, eyes watching her warily. she could easily pull out a knife and slit my throat.
"who? by whom, exactly?" i ask as i unfold the note. i let my eyes sweep over it, not really taking any of the words in.
it's cream coloured paper, and it smells faintly like apple cider.
by the time i look back up, the girl's gone, and i'm officially scared of the paper in my hand.
you have to read it if you want answers.
i find my way to the swings so i can comfortably read what's written on the paper.
dear arden,
or just arden? i hate writing letters but this is important so i'm gonna have to suck it up.
if you're reading this, then i've passed on (it's a fancy idiom used in the place of "dead" because saying i'm dead seems weird)
wait, i just said it. anyway. . .
thank you :) thank you for helping me "live a little" before the death's snare took me, and thank you for showing me that there's good in the world and that not all guys are devils in disguise.
also, you probably don't remember the midnight strolls and conversations, but they'll always live in my heart, and i hope we can somehow cherish them together.
in the very, very short time we had, you showed me what it means to love another human, and while i'm grateful, i'm also highly pissed.
this isn't really going anywhere (the point was to let you know what went down, for closure and all, and that's settled now. faye'll let you know what happened and when it did if you want to, but she's kinda shy so, figure it out
your girlfriend for a day,
ren
additional notes, or p.s. (as normal people would say) (this is faye btw): she passed on the eighteenth, and the funeral is next month on the sixth.
have a nice day, i guess? and i'm sorry for your loss
our loss
well, the loss of many
oh my fucking god. i'm never going to get a girlfriend, that's for sure, because i will definitely forget their existence, which i clearly did to this ren girl.
i am not missing that funeral.
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a/n
it's your (not) favorite teen author bringing you crappy short chapters and virtual popcorn
with the way this ended, i could actually continue, but then it'd be a whole different story, with faye's grief and arden's poor memory, and ren's death, and may's home struggles, but,
that's a lot of work
i'm sorry for the way this ended. it could be better, but it's not, and i sincerely apologise and now i'm just saying sorry, and i'll go.
thank you all so much for reading this messy novella, and i really hope you stick around and check out my other works!
special thanks to -grateful, seaveydamiya and theanonymousgirl35, for your comments that never fail to make my day (wattpad won't let me tag)
have an amazing day, and remember; i love you to the ends of the earth <3
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