Epilogue
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I sat in the crater, just holding the body of the girl that I loved. It was there that I finally let out the choking sobs that I held back when I fought Darius.
"Darius." I said the name like a curse. He was no match for my anger and fury. In the end there had been nothing left of him. And I soaked in every scream of his agony with pleasure until I had finally killed him.
"Grudges aren't healthy, Logan." A low voice said behind me.
Any other time I would have leaped without a second thought, but I was too sad to react. I wanted whoever it was to kill me. My Blake is dead, I thought, I should be dead too.
Blake's father sat down next to me in his human form. At first I expected his wrath and fury, but what I got what the tenderness and sorrow of a father. I realized that Blake's father was better than mine, and I even killed his first born.
"Oh, daughter." I heard the longing in his voice as he touched her lacerated hand. After a few minutes of just sitting there, he spoke again. "I am prepared to lift your curse. You have done as my daughter asked. I stay true to my word."
"Please," I begged, "Just kill me. I can't live without her. Not again." I didn't even recognize my own voice.
"Blake wouldn't want that." He said.
"Well Blake's dead. Unless you can bring her back, I don't see much point in this conversation." I snapped, hoping he would get angry and kill me. But no. when I want big bad Hell Demon to kill me, he turns all soft. Karma. I swear life hates me.
"You know as well as I do that I cannot bring back the dead-"
"Then go away."
"Let me finish, Logan. I cannot bring back the dead, but I can turn time."
It took a whole thirty seconds for that to sink in. "You mean-"
"That I can take you back to a time where Blake is alive and you can change what happened in the past to change the outcome of the future? Yes I believe I do mean that."
I turned my head towards him in delight. "Then do it! What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for what, freak?"
I blinked, forgetting where I was for a moment. Right, it was the day before school. I had come to the mall to see how humans around here in North Carolina acted. But what was the kid that just past me talking about? Had I said something out loud?
Turning around to look at the swarms of kids around me I suddenly remembered it all. Blake, Jeremy, Lily, Christoffles, Italy, souls, Jeremy's plan, Blake's rescue, my k********g, her death, her revival, my betrayal. I remembered it all. Her father had really done it. He sent me back in time to the day I first met Blake. That's what the kid was talking about. My last words that I spoke in Italy were spoken here as well.
I saw all the kids that I had seen so long ago. Everything was like it was that first time. Girls texting like crazy, going in every store for last minute shopping, guys were hanging out in the Food Court, trying to enjoy the last day of freedom. And I knew that when I turned my head that I would see her.
In anticipation I turned to my left to see StarBucks. Inside was Blake, Jeremy, Amanda, and Kyle, her little 'boyfriend'. I noticed that mahogany hair anywhere, streaming down her back. It hurt my heart to see her, but I knew what I had to do. Taking a deep breath I started to take a step towards the door when Blake looked at me. For a moment those blue eyes were all I could see. I saw her soul, her heart, her everything. Blake was whole here. I hadn't met her yet or caused her any sort of trouble. Sooner or later she would become the Demon she was meant to be and kill Jeremy (a boy can hope). Or maybe she would keep dating him. I had no clue. All I knew is that I still had all the memories of the past months while this Blake new nothing. She didn't love me yet and she never would.
So I looked away from her, and walked out the doors and drove away, forgetting about the life I was supposed to have here in this small town of North Carolina. As long as Blake lived, it didn't matter where I was. As I left the mall I put my hand in my back pocket, feeling a slip of paper. I opened it up, read it and put it back in my pocket, fighting back the tears that I knew would fall sooner or later.
Besides, happy endings are overrated.
I love you (:
-Blake
The End.
- Writer
