Epilogue

"So many kinds of sorrow,

I won't name them all.

But one, the parting and separating.

And not the cutting hurts so much,

but being cut off."

-Marie Vasalis (Sotto Voce) Translation

It has been five years since she disappeared. Every day, she stays in our minds, but we need to move on. She left us. We don't know how, we don't know why, but we know that she's gone. And we need to live with that.

I sit up in our bed. I look at his chest, slowly rising and falling, his mouth slightly open. He had snored the entire night, but I've gotten used to it over the years. I spend a moment watching him. His hair is almost fully white now, with only little specks of his former red left.