The Epilogue
The first thing Jennie noticed when she opened her eyes was the salty smell of the sea. She looked around and was surprised to find herself standing on a sandy beach. She looked down at her body and gasped at what she saw. Her previously frail body was now strong and healthy once more. Her hair was full of color, no longer grey and brittle and she felt better than she had in a long time. She shook her head in disbelief, recognizing the outfit that she was wearing as the same one that she had worn the day Lisa died.
She was shaken out of her thoughts by the sight of a hand reaching out towards her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the familiar-looking ring that laid on the forefinger. It was identical to the one that rested on Jennie’s. She slowly looked up and gasped as memories of long ago rushed through her mind at the sight before her.
Lisa stood there, holding her hand out for her to take. Jennie noticed she was also wearing the same outfit that she had been in on her last day. There was not a single scratch or bruise on her. She was as beautiful as Jennie remembered her. A familiar smirk adorned her face, as she gazed at her with those adoring eyes of hers. Her hand was still reaching out towards her, waiting for her to take it, eyes inviting. Jennie reached out, entwining her hand with Lisa's. A simple greeting left Lisa's lips, which immediately lifted the heavy weight of guilt that Jennie had been carrying around for a long time.
Ever since she was an 18-year-old girl, waving goodbye to her girlfriend from the car window before driving away. Unaware that in a few minutes, as she got ready to go to bed, her girlfriend’s life would be ended in one of the cruelest ways possible by one of the people that was supposed to love her the most.
“Hey firefly”
And for the first time since that fateful day so long ago, the anger that had become a part of Jennie finally faded away.
“Lisa”
The End