The Sky Remembers-Final chapter
Caesar Tiu had lived a long life.
A full life.
A life of love, heartbreak, joy, and loss.
He had seen the world change around him, watched people come and go, watched time slip through his fingers faster than he could ever hold on to.
But through it all, there had always been her.
Blythe.
Even now, decades after she had left this world, she was still everywhere.
In the laughter of their granddaughter.
In the warmth of the sun on his face.
In the soft rustling of the wind through the trees.
And most of all—
In the sky.
The same sky they had spent their entire lives looking at.
The same blue that had always reminded him of her.
Clearer than crystal.
Brighter than the sky.
Like how much I love you.
It's blue.
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Caesar sat on the porch of his home, an old, worn-out blanket draped over his shoulders.
His hair was fully gray now, his hands a little weaker, his steps a little slower.
But his memories?
They were still as sharp as ever.
He could still remember the first time he saw Blythe in high school, sitting by the window, the sunlight turning her blonde hair into gold.
He could still hear her laughter, the way she used to tease him, the way she had always seen him even when no one else did.
He could still feel the way she had fit in his arms, the way she had kissed him on their wedding day, the way she had held his hand as they built a life together.
And now, even after all these years, he could still see her every time he looked up.
Because the sky was always blue.
And she had always been his sky.
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The house was quiet now.
Not in a sad way.
Not in an empty way.
Just in the way time had intended.
Lena had her own family now, her own life, her own home.
She still visited often, bringing Elise, who was no longer a little girl but a young woman, full of ambition, dreams, and Blythe's blue eyes.
She had always looked at the world with the same wonder, the same curiosity.
And every time Caesar looked at her, he was reminded—
Blythe still lived on.
Not just in memory.
But in them.
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One day, Lena sat with him on the porch, her fingers curled around a warm cup of tea, just like her mother used to.
"You okay, Dad?" she asked softly.
Caesar smiled, nodding. "Yeah."
She studied him for a moment. "You've been quiet lately."
He chuckled. "Old men tend to do that."
Lena rolled her eyes, but there was a small, knowing sadness in her gaze.
She knew.
She felt it.
Because some things didn't need to be said.
Time was slipping away again.
And this time, Caesar wouldn't be here to chase after it.
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That night, he sat alone by the window, staring up at the sky.
The stars were bright. The air was crisp.
And for the first time in years, he felt young again.
He could almost hear Blythe's voice beside him, soft and teasing.
"Are you ready to go, old man?"
Caesar chuckled. "Not yet," he whispered. "A little longer."
The wind whispered through the trees.
And in it, he swore he heard her laugh.
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The next morning, Lena found him sitting in his chair, a soft, peaceful smile on his face.
The book in his lap was still open, his reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose.
And just like that—
He was gone.
No pain.
No fear.
Just the quiet stillness of a life well-lived.
A love that had never faded.
And a heart that had never stopped beating for her.
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The funeral was simple.
Just family. Just close friends.
Just the people who had loved him, the people who had known him, the people who had witnessed the kind of love he and Blythe had shared.
Lena stood at the podium, her voice steady but full of emotion.
"My father always used to say that love never truly fades," she whispered. "That some things last beyond a lifetime."
She took a shaky breath.
"And I think—no, I know—he was right."
She looked up at the sky, her blue eyes shining.
"Because my father never stopped loving my mother. Not for a second. Not even after she was gone. And I know—wherever they are right now—they're together."
She smiled through her tears.
"Watching the sky."
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Years later, Elise sat on the same porch Caesar had once sat on, watching the sunset with her own daughter curled in her lap.
The little girl, no older than six, looked up at the sky, squinting in thought.
"Mommy," she whispered, "why is the sky blue?"
Elise smiled, her heart aching in the most beautiful way.
She looked at the deep, endless sky, at the color that had always meant love in her family.
Then, softly, she murmured—
"Clearer than crystal. Brighter than the sky. Like how much they loved each other."
She took a breath, blinking back tears.
"It's blue."
And somewhere—somewhere beyond time, beyond space—
Caesar and Blythe were watching.
Together.
Always.
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The End.
Some love stories don't fade.
Some love stories don't end.
Some love stories live forever—
Written in the sky.