Epilogue
Logan,
And when all is said and done, when the flames of our love have smoldered into ashes, and only the ghost of our story lingers in the quiet corners of this world, I need you to remember this: I loved you.
I loved you with a depth and a fury that could crack the bones of the earth, with a tenderness that softened even the sharpest edges of my soul.
I loved you so fiercely that without you, I unraveled.
My existence became a hollow shell, an echo that had lost its source.
My breath stumbled, lost in the labyrinth of my chest, and my heart—oh, my heart—it became a tide out of sync with the moon, crashing and pulling with no rhythm, a ripple swallowed by the deep.
My blood turned to river stones, heavy and unmoving, and the colors of the world drained into shades of gray.
You were the sun that drew the tides of my being.
Without you, I was a sea at low ebb, an expanse of barren sand and forgotten shells.
But even as the world darkened around me, you were the ember, the glimmer of light in my dying sky.
Your presence was the last warmth I felt, a soft glow that held back the cold.
In those final moments, when the world was fading and my body was slipping through the seams of time, you were there.
You were the breath in my lungs, the beat in my chest, the melody that played softly at the edge of the silence.
You became my salvation, my lifeline, the thread that held me together as I frayed.
And when my time came, it was not death that claimed me.
It was love—your love. It was the peace of your hands, the safety of your arms, the echo of your voice whispering me into the dark.
You revived me, my love. You brought me back to life, even as I let go of it.
You were the final note in my song, the soft hum that carried me into the quiet.
So when the ashes settle and the world moves on, promise me this: that you will carry the flame.
That you will burn bright with the love we shared, that you will breathe and live and laugh for us both.
And when you close your eyes, I hope you feel me there, in the space between heartbeats, in the soft rush of the tide, in the quiet moments where love still lingers.
Because my love for you is not bound by this life. It is the wind in your sails, the salt on your skin, the whisper of the ocean calling you home. It is eternal, infinite, and it will live as long as you do.
And when you finally join me, when our souls meet again on some distant shore, I will be there—waiting, still loving you, still burning for you, forever and always.
Yours forever,
In this lifetime and all the countless lives that await beyond,
Adrian.