Short preview of Gen 1 Epilogue
Hey there. 🙂 I hope you are looking forward to the next generation. I’m so excited to start. I’m looking forward to a change of pace, as I finally feel as if Madeline’s story is complete. Mika and Madeline got her happily ever after, even though the last chapter kind of ended on a sad note. Also, if you haven’t read the newest and final chapter click HERE
Anyways. I’m working on the Generation 1 Epilogue, to wrap up the first generation, and also give you a little glimpse into the characters a year later from Melissa’s death. Also, you can look forward to seeing some characters from the past make a small appearance (Yes Zoe and Riley) 🙂
However, as much as I’d love to sit at my computer and get this out to you soon, I have 16 hour shifts all weekend long. Yay me. I decided to give you a little glimpse into the next segment and it will officially be the last chapter of Generation 1. Please keep in mind that it hasn’t gone through a final edit, so I may change some of the wording around as I see fit. It’s just a small teaser, but hopefully you enjoy it anyways. I’m shooting to release this by Wednesday at the latest. Once school starts (September 2nd) Look for more frequent updates as my daughter will be going back to school! (Yay!)
I know I’ve said this a million times, but I want to thank everyone for sticking with this story and my irregular writing schedule. Your support has ment so much to me. 🙂
Anyways, along with the Gen 1 Epilogue I will be posting info about the three heirs (Yes, 3, a little spoiler) As Madeline and Mika got pregnant on her wedding night. So I’ll be posting an heir vote next week also. 🙂
On with the Preview:
The past year had been hard on us all. Most of all my grandmother who took my mother’s death the hardest. I watched her shut down day by day, the light that had once been in her eyes, so full of hope, had been extinguished like a candle on a birthday cake.
She had always been there for me, and now it was my turn to be there for her. I’d do anything just to see her smile again. My grandmother blamed herself, despite both Melody and I’s attempts at telling her there was nothing she could have done to stop Melissa’s suicide. She’d just look at us with those empty sad eyes and smile softly. She’d nod and pretend like she was fine, but she wasn’t, and I wasn’t sure if she’d ever be again…
For the longest time, I felt like I had a scream lodged in my throat, but I had to be strong. I couldn’t break down, I was the one that had to keep the family together…what was left of it.
I found myself at the cemetery, at Melissa’s grave. It was the first time I’d been here, as I skipped the funeral, too angry with Melissa to bring myself to attend. She was selfish and I hated her for it. How could she do that to her own mother? To Mason? If Mason was a shy and timid child before, he was much worse now, and therapy could only do so much.
I stared down at the grave squeezing my fists tightly. I felt my nails dig into my palms leaving marks shaped like crescent moons on my palms. It was quiet here. Peaceful. The sounds of the willows rustling in the wind was as comforting as a gentle hug.
I felt wetness slide down my cheek. I looked up at the sky, over cast and cloudy. Was it raining? I flicked away a tear at my cheek disgusted with my display of emotion.
I stared at the grave with narrowed eyes, before my face crumpled and I began to sob…
I wanted to scream and to yell. To punch the unyielding stone until my knuckles bled, anything was better than the huge wall of grief, threatening to rise up and knock down the defensive walls I had put up this past year.
Suddenly, I realised that I just couldn’t hold onto the hate anymore, I needed to forgive her, If I was truly going to move on…
“I’m sorry.” I began, my voice breaking. I remembered my wedding day, and how she came to me to tell me about my father. I thought back to my reaction, and how I told her that I would never forgive her. Deep down I couldn’t help think that I was the one responsible for her suicide. If only I was able to let go of the anger I had felt towards my mother then, would she still be alive today?
Tears slid down my face like a fast-moving river. There was so much I wanted to say….
“I can’t imagine the pain and hurt you must have felt after my father was killed. I of all people should under stand how it feels. I thought I lost Mika once, but I was lucky. I should have remembered that. I’m so sorry for what I said to you. You made a lot of mistakes, and hurt a lot of people, but I know deep down that it came from a place in your heart so broken and damaged beyond repair, and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t see that.”
I looked up at the angry clouds above me. It looked like a storm was coming. I took a deep cleansing breath and closed my eyes and sighed, the sound echoing in the empty cemetery.
“I forgive you…”
Footsteps approached me from behind, but I didn’t look up. I knew it was my sister and Matthew, coming to check up on me, to make sure I was OK. On this day, the one year anniversary of my mother’s death, I knew she would be making a visit herself.
“Hey.” Melody said quietly behind me.
“Hey.” I answered back.
“You ok?” She asked quietly.
“Define ok.” I sighed. I looked up over my shoulder and smiled, even though It didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah I’m fine. In fact, I feel better having came here. You were right. I should have done this sooner.” I turned back and fixed my gaze on the headstone once again.
Melody said nothing, and I was happy for that, glad she didn’t tell me she told me so. Melody and I hadn’t been as close as we used to be this past year. I was so full of anger, that I couldn’t get past it, to see what really mattered–family.