Epilogue

If tears could build a stairway,

And memories a lane,

I'd walk right up to Heaven

And bring you home again.

- Sarah Lugo, If Tears

I put the bucket of flowers on the ground by the tombstone. "Mom, Dad, Nate, I'm sorry that I haven't visited you these last two years. I promise I will visit you every year and tell you boring stories about how's life been treating me. I promise I'll keep you updated so one day when we meet again, there's nothing you miss and it feels like you've never left."

I feel his hand on my shoulder and turn to him. Even in a casual sweater and jeans, Remliel still looks as good as he's in suits. I lay my head on his shoulder and he holds me tight.

Sometimes the hardest part isn't forgiving others, it's to forgive yourself.

Remliel helped me to regain my memory but as the memory came back, so did all the pain and suffering. It wasn't easy to deal with. I remember the day I committed suicide. I was blaming myself for their death. Because they weren't supposed to be