Epilogue

I’m My Own Master
Epilogue

Memories are not just the days that you remember the most, there not the days you just remember because someone brought it up or it just came to you in that one moment...

They are the pieces of you, the fragments that make up your life and self and to give them up would be a waste. I know that... for once you’re gone that’s all you have left to leave behind for others to remember...

Heh, there was once something I read before this... before dying... it was someone saying they would give everything up to relive it all again, to start from the beginning and relive the happiest memories of their life...

But I learned I would like to go back and experience the good and the bad memories of my life. From start to finish, to see my friends smile and laugh and cry and to see... and to see her once more... there's just no point in going back to only the good parts of your life because even the most heart wrenching of memories can lead to the happiest ones of them all...

The most hate-filled moments lead to the happiest.

The times you fail, make you stronger the next time.

The times you felt alone and scared, only to have someone help you up.

Those times you're betrayed by someone close to you, only to find better, more innovative ways to move forward.

Memories Are Key.

But as I sit here on top a stone i always get to see her, every day and even some nights. Sure I see the odd stranger go by but I know that when she’s here and even her friends from time to time... they can see me sitting here, smiling back at them...

But then again I know they could never see me but I like to think so... after, all I remember to always tell myself what I said to her that last time

Never say goodbye, if you don’t say goodbye, then you’re never truly gone, you’re just not there right now...

As the night approached the land, one object stood jutting out from the ground beside an oak tree. It stood shaped like a wolf with a crimson ruby in its eye glistened in the light and below, engraved into the finely cut stone it read.

Here lies
Nightshade
“Memories are the greatest stories ever written”

The End.

Author's Note

You may think this is the end but this is only the beginning.

It took longer than expected to finish this due to me wanting to make it end on a, (In my opinion) nice moment.

I hope you all enjoyed, till next time.

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