Seasons: Epilogue

First three parts were published last Tuesday, Wednesday and yesterday.

Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s piercing. With blank mind and an about-to-burst heart, I remained still as I look at your grave.

Our story ended, more than five years ago. On that fateful autumn day, when I waited for you. But you never waited for me.

I admit I am in denial, for five years. I never visited that bench, I never stepped my feet on that park, not until… I almost died.

And you came to fetch me, or my soul, or whatever I am during that moment.

I almost said yes.

Yes, I want to die right then and there with you. I want to be with you. I want to feel your lips again. I want to badly feel your love again.

With broken ribs, fractured arm, and almost cracked skull, who would know I will not die? It’s a miracle, some said. But for me, my miracle happened six months after I was back to life.

It happened when I cannot move. It happened when I can’t even eat. It happened when I can’t even do anything. It happened when I realized that this is how it feels to die. It happened when I realized that I want to live again even without you.

Live as in live, not live like a breathing zombie that I was for so many years.

I still miss you, my love. I still want to be with you. But I guess… it’s now time… for me… to breathe again.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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This is part of my first-ever flash fiction series. This is the ‘not-planned’ fourth and last (promise) part of my short fiction series “Seasons”. This epilogue is also inspired by ‘Breathe Again’, a song by Sara Bareilles. You can listen to it here.

37 thoughts on “Seasons: Epilogue”

  1. An excellent four part story. I went back and read all the parts again in case I missed anything. I suppose in life we adjust and learn to live with loss and pain in a different way. Thank you for writing these pieces Rosema.

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  2. This ties loose ends up well. Miraculously, this woman is healed and has realized she wants to live. That’s important. Our loved ones pass on and it hurts. I don’t think we heal but we learn life goes on. It does until it doesn’t. So you need to live what time you have to the fullest. Keep writing fiction. You’re very good at it.

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    1. “I don’t think we heal but we learn life goes on.”
      Cannot agree more dear Mandi. Like my fave author wrote: each loss leaves a hole in our hearts. The holes remain. We just learn to live with them.

      Thank you dear Mandi!

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  3. I am not fond of following stories published by parts (however it is called) but I must say you made me wann finish them here I am reading the finale. ..

    beautiful story.
    we indeed have our own special way of dealing with pain and loss….and the way we deak will define the way we feel abou future pains and losses. ..

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  4. *dabs at tears with tissues* I could not think of a better way to end this series my dear. And that last line! So simple but so powerful. Choosing to live, really live, and to breathe again…I’m proud of her and I’m rooting for her! 🙂

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