Like children * Complete *

We all made choices we regret; choices that tear us apart. We deplore them so much we wish we could start all over again.
But even with a second chance, can what has been broken be fixed?


19. Epilogue



“It's always hard when you've known a person a long time and then you have to recognise that you have nothing left in common but your memories.”
                                                                                                                                           Eva Heller



"Dad! It's time to go; night is falling," the voice of the man echoes through the empty place. He walks toward his old father sitting on the wet grass, unstoppable tears falling down his wrinkled cheeks.

"You will come back tomorrow; I promise," he says to his father who hadn't moved an inch. Slowly, the old man turns his head and looks tearfully at his son.

"You promise?" he repeats weakly. His son nods, smiling weakly, as he helps Niall to stand up.

"Yes, I do," he sighs. They have the same dialog every day and he knows it would repeat for a long time as long as Niall would be healthy enough to come here. The old man smiles widely when he hears the answer of his son; his smile reaches his eyes as he turns around to look for the last time at the dark grey stone.

"I will come back tomorrow; did you hear that Eileen?" A tear streams down his cheek but his smile doesn't fade away.

He steps closer to the grave, ignoring his son who wants to get back home. He takes a small rose out of his jacket and lays it down on her grave.

"I told you I would stay by your side till the end. You may be gone but I am still here and my end has not come yet." More and more tears fall down his face as he catches sight of the little tablet.


To my beloved best friend I will never forget.




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