Epilogue

“Mel?” The door slammed shut and I looked up from the computer screen. Scott sauntered in and gave me a kiss. “Hey, honey. How was your day?”

Before I had a chance to respond, two little girls, ages 3 and 4, ran towards him and hugged onto his legs, forcing him to not be able to move.

“Daddy! Daddy!” They both shrieked with pleasure.

“Lacey and Dee,” Scott reached down and picked them up in each arm, holding them like he would hold a football.

I stared at him in horror. “Jesus, baby, you’re going to kill them one day.”

Scott looked down at them. “Nope, still alive.”

I rolled my eyes as he set them back down. “Tell Daddy how your day was.” Delilah—Dee, as we nicknamed her—started rapidly speaking in her 3-year-old vocabulary which mostly consisted of “and then”. Lacey, however, ran around in circles around Scott.

I laughed to myself and saw Scott’s pained expression.

“What?” I asked, still laughing.

He grimaced and said, “You know I can’t understand them.”

I laughed loudly. When Scott wasn’t at home, I taught the two little ones Vietnamese. Oh, the pleasures of being bilingual.

“Okay, kids, let’s just speak English because Daddy’s a white man and can’t understand our yellow talk,” I told them in a mock serious voice.

“Thank you,” Scott stuck his tongue out at me. He looked at me and gave me a kiss despite the little squeals of, “Ew!” and looked at the computer screen. “Oh,” he said in surprise, “you’re almost done.”

“Yup,” I smiled.

“You wrote a good part of it while I was gone,” Scott frowned.

I laughed. “Well, someone has to accept the awards, don’t they?”

“Oh, Mel,” he said lovingly. “I was only gone for a night… I’m sorry you had to go through your memories alone.”

I wiped the stray tears from my eyes and smiled. “It wasn’t that bad… besides, in the end, we got married.”

Scott gave me a long look before giving up. “Okay, okay, whatever you say.” He took off his shirt and started walking to the bathroom. “I’ll be taking a shower, call me if you need anything.”

And then he winked at me.

That pervert.

I am such a bad influence on him.

I turned back onto the computer after making sure the little ones weren’t going to fall in the pool—they were playing with the half-Siberian husky, half-wolf, our pet, Remus. I sighed and set off to finish the story.

My story is one that has been unspoken for a long time... suicide. It hurts. It still hurts today. But I'm hoping that my readers out there will read this and understand that it hurts, and guilty memories will reside, but it is never your fault. It is no one's fault. With that said, I shall end my story. I hope this has changed your life... as much as this experience has changed mine.

The End.