Epilogue:
I sit on the bus and it’s raining and cold again.
I hate the rain, and I hate the cold.
They remind me of things I want to forget. Things that are better left in the past.
‘Don’t look back, Ethan. You should never look back.’
And so I don’t. I look forward; the way that I am going. Away from here. Away from all of this. Away from the past, and the present, and toward a future where things will be better.
I am going to go somewhere warm. Somewhere the sun will kiss my skin often and the coldness can’t hurt me anymore. Somewhere where the people are nice and polite, and hold the doors open for others. Where they smile and use their manners.
And I am not going to be sad anymore.
There is nothing before this day.
There is no me, or her or him or them or us.
I am free, finally.
I am finally free of everything.
The End…or maybe this is the beginning.
