Perfect Illusions (Drastoria)

Epilogue

Epilogue

Here I stand, again, between two graves. The writing engraved on the headstone is starting to become grown over with grass. I pull out all the weeds and then stand back for inspection. Finally I nod.

I have another balloon today, and another letter. This letter is still full of I miss you's, but the mood of the letter has changed. It is no longer a mood of depression. I tell Flora and Hestia in my letter all about the latest antics with my kids, and how much my children remind me of them. I thank Flora for giving me strength to get through rough times, and I thank Hestia for giving me the advice to give to my children to give them strength when they're going through their own rough times.

I let the balloon go, watching it go up, and up, and up, until it disappears in the pale blue sky. I brush away a bit more grass, stand there for a few minutes in silence, and then turn to leave, saying goodbye to my best friends once more.