Epilogue – Fleeting Thoughts and Memories
A week after the disaster, a crowd stood in the garden, listening to the speaker at their head. Many people had tears dripping down their cheeks.
They were crying for one person. The one person that had died in that terrible fire the week before.
At the front of the crowd, Chris, Basil, and Willow stood together, their own dislikes for each other overpowered by the tie to the one person that they had all loved. Willow had tears running down her face and dripping off her nose. Chris stood to her left. He was trying his best not to cry, but he wasn't succeeding. Basil's eyes were closed, holding back the tears that threatened to fall.
The speaker lapsed into silence. As if on cue, all three stepped up past the man to the gravestone behind him. Willow dropped to her knees and dropped her bouquet of flowers at the foot of the gravestone, then buried her head in her hands. Chris knelt beside her, then Basil.
Through the crowd, there was absolute silence. A moment of silence for the only one who had died.
Willow stood up, then Chris. In an unexpected display of affection, he pulled her into a hug and allowed her to cry onto his shoulder, something that he would never have done under any normal circumstances.
Basil remained kneeling by the headstone. There were no tears. There was no sobbing. All he could do was stare at that stone.
There would never be a grave. They had never found her body.
"Why did you have to die?" he whispered, so quietly that no one else could hear. Slowly, sadly, he traced the letters of the name on the headstone before him.
Theresa Anne Scott
A/N: That's all, folks! That's the end. Thank you for reading!
Alright. I have a few people I want to thank. Firstly, I want to thank Jack (gaelicdragon), for being my oh-so-lovely beta. She has helped me so much with this story. Next I have to thank 4supernaturalgirl for not letting me quit halfway through. I owe you a lot. And thanks to my good friends Lia and Kyle (Deadeyescream) for telling me how addicted they were to this story and begging incessantly for new chapters. And lastly, a big thank you to all the people that reviewed. I would list you all out, but it would take too long. So thank you, one and all!
I only have one thing left to request. Please, pretty pretty please, don't run me through with a rusty sword, or run me over with Mack trucks full of shrapnel and high explosives. Pretty pretty please?