Epilogue


Blaze's POV

I unfolded the letter that Axel handed me after the funeral. It was from Cat, before we made up. 

Dear Blaze, 

I had instructed my brother to give this to you after what was going to happen. I know our time together was short but it was fun, god, it really was. I'm sorry for doing this to you, giving you false hope. If I knew that I'd get a life like this, worth living for, I would have accepted the treatment, lived longer, if only you came into my life a little earlier, the life we could've had. At the same time, we wouldn't have met if I hadn't decided that my fate is sealed, that nothing good will come out of this life, but then I met you. It was fun, Blaze. You went through all that adventure with me, cheesy or thrilling. You made me fall in love and kissed me in the rain. Do me one last favor, there's one last thing in my list that I had left behind for another person to cross out, it was to ensure that someone witnessed me do it, and I did. Please cross it out for me. I love you, and I'll watch over you, thank you for the time you've given me. 

 Love,

Cat

I let my tears drip on the paper as I read the paper. I took her bucket list out, I had kept it after she died. I crossed out one last thing she finished. 

Die Happy

I smiled at her grave and spoke. 

"Are you the cure for Alzheimer's? Because you're unforgettable," I paused, laughing to myself. "I told you I'd win the cheesiness competition""

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Cut off to 10 years later---

"What do we name her?" my wife asks me while she held our baby girl. 

"Cat," I answered easily. 

"Why is that?" my wife laughed.

"I want to name her after the girl that changed my life," I said as I sat next to her and kissed her head. My wife understood this and didn't talk back. 

I know that Cat is watching me from the skies, in the starts. In "your heart", Cat really does have a place in my heart.


This epilogue is supposed to be short, just to mark the end of this book. Thank you so much for reading it.


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