Epilogue

Date: 2015-10-07; view: 489.

Life is precious. It's such a cliché and perhaps you deserve a better ending to my story, but I;m afraid it's all I have to give you. As I had predicted, fate came back around to reevaluate me as a man once I had embraced my truth.

I decided to speak again once I had recounted my story to the prison walls. A judge agreed to hear me since I had never spoken during the initial trial and so had been automatically convicted based on evidence I did not dispute. I called on Alphaeus, who could attest to my being in the chapel when Aurora had been murdered. When the judge asked why Alphaeus had not come forth sooner, he replied that I had no been ready for him to recount what had happened and he knew that I would summon him when I was. Just so, I was acquitted of all charges, released from prison and my life was given back to me.

Robert was taken into custody, tried and sentenced for Aurora's murder. I was told that he didn't speak a word at his trial. I can only pray for his truth to find him as mine had found me. Its a hard lesson to go through, but I'm sure he'll come out of it all a relieved and changed man.

I have taken up playing the cello once again. Sometimes I harmonize with my angel, who still sings to me to calm the ghost of chaos which lingers in an inner chamber of my heart. Never again will I forget. I've come to realize that once should never cast their tragedies aside to be forgotten once happiness steps back into their life. If you make peace with devastation and embrace it as part of your character, it will remain a strength. Otherwise, it could rear its ugly head later in jealous competition against contentment.

Here I sit on a park bench in London, once again recounting anecdotes of my life to you. I am an accomplished and distinguished man. I have much to look forward to in the rest of my time to come. I…

What was that? The sound is so familiar somehow, but I cant quite make it out.

“Is someone there?”

It was such a faint yet recognizable melody. I could almost recall…

There it is again. Ah, someone was whistling a tune. I've never been fond of whistling. I'm more of an instrumentalist myself. Actually, that's funny, my mother used to play a very similar melody.

Wait…