Epilogue

The local paper read, 'Death by accident'. We all were dead inside; the loss was more than what we can say. We were also arrested; we didn't say anything. We were soon out as there was no evidence of our guilt. Guilt was something that was eating us from the inside. I wanted to go to prison, I felt at fault at the same time logic and law stated otherwise. If you wanted to know what happened to us afterward there isn't much to say. The story goes as Alessia went on living with Anne. Nights were getting unbearable to her. Rayn and Jennifer got married, but our friendship was gone. I met them a couple of times, they're different, all of us together was just not the same. After fifteen years have passed since the incident, I still have nightmares, sensitive, and can't take loud places or crowds. As I said we all are scared for life. I wanted to tell this story in many ways, several papers lie cold on the floor. I never knew I could somehow contain myself and put everything down. All I know is there are things that are beyond belief, the fight between fear and light, forgiveness and sin. All are true. Things that eyes can't withhold can be true, I don't expect anything out of these pieces that I wrote. However, you should know there once were five college buddies, who got doomed by apartment 07. And one broke free right in time to save the rest. I won't go to the mountains or sea to decide what to do with Dreams' ashes. On my way from Ciel's office, I saw a field, covered with wildflowers, not in order, not in perfection, they were abstract. Rebel on their own, growing as they wish, similar to who Dream was… so I stopped holding on to her ashes, that is not her. In the field where I felt most of her again, it's time I leave the old haunting and let go of a lot of remorse. Thank you for reading my words, and listening to our story. Goodbye it is, may I never have to tell another tale like this…

-Andrew Davis.