30. Epilogue

The funeral was brutal. All of Naomi's friends and family were there. I stood by her side throughout the entire viewing and stayed close as they lowered her casket into the ground. I managed to do one of her commands however. Not once did I cry ( I got it all out before the funeral). Jonah held my hand, for support for most of the ceremony. Once she was in the ground, I closed my eyes and prayed silently that she would be okay wherever she was.

I turned around and spotted my parents sitting in one of the rows of seats. I was so shocked to see them. I hadn't spoken to either of them since my birthday party. I made Jonah wait by the car while I walked cautiously over to them. My mother was slightly teary eyes and my father looked quite sad.

"Hi Mom. Dad." I said, nodding to each of them formally.

"Hello Margret." They said in unison.

"We are sorry about Naomi Dear." My mother said patting me on the shoulder.

"Yeah. Me too." I sighed. After that, I said goodbye to my parents and went to the car with Jonah. He drove me to the cabin in the woods so we could get our stuff. Now that everything stressful was over, such as having Naomi's body flown back to Michigan and having killed the man responsible for her death, I felt like my life could be somewhat normal again. I was going to do my best to keep all my promises to Naomi and do all the things we ever wanted to do. Probably, one day, Jonah and I would get married and have kids, but definitely not now. I was only eighteen for god sakes. Plus, I was pretty much going to live forever and so was Jonah. We had time.

I was going to make Jonah go bungee jumping and sky diving with me. Hell, we'd probably even go mountain climbing and much, much more. It would be hard without Naomi, but in time, I think I could learn to accept it and move on.

Once Jonah and I had our stuff in hand, we loaded it into the car. We were going back to our apartments while we looked for a house to buy. If all else's fails, we could always build one. I was very picky about stuff like that. Either way, I was positive it would all work out in the end. I was on the right track to patching things up with my parents and I was going to enroll myself into college. I had no idea what I wanted to be. Perhaps a neurosurgeon or a lawyer. I would decide later. Like I said, I had lots of time to figure it out.

THE END!