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Epilogue II

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Epilogue

It was spring, and in the last few days the fog surrounded everything again.
He was sliding over the pavement of park, but he didn’t levitate. The long-muzzle boots hit the road with grim sound that echoed against the high trees.
Tonight he was absolutely sure that he was able to love a mortal; that he was able to love at all.
Hate now was overwhelmed by human-like sorrows, and to the rest he was indifferent. He’s forgotten only for a while. He’s shut his eyes only for an instant moment.
The moving power of life was gone but he kept on existing. Some voice deep inside his heart which pounded in the same rhythm as his pace, that voice was saying – it is still worth it.
Another voice – the honey voice of Medorah - had ceased. Medorah had left him (or had he left her?) to return another time.
It was nice to return. But to wait till someone returns was even thrilling. But he had no place where to return and no one was waiting for him.
Maybe somewhere. But not in this arc-shaped alleyway, full of misty smoke.

Korah had painted HER portrait just by watching his memories. Korah always tried to make him at least a bit happier, making herself even more unhappy.
But he didn’t have a place where to put HER picture. That’s why the painting remained in Korah’s living room upon the fire-place. Korah spent hours watching her masterpiece, trying to find the reason for Aitor’s love. With no envy. She just wanted to find what was the thing they – immortals – had lost.
HER presence at Korah’s place was an excellent reason to visit Korah again and again. Maybe losing HER, he had found another person, found once again.

But all the immortals are lonely. And that’s the way they stay.
“Two lonely souls can create love,” Korah usually says to him, when he wrinkles up his brows and frowns his white porcelain forehead thoughtfully, ruining the perfect harmony of his face.
“No, loneliness is infertile,” he then answers and leaves.

Parks usually are full of lovers and families. But he walks alone already for several years and sometimes he no longer believes that once he was loved.

Fog always plays tricks with him.
For a moment he thought that HER palm was in his hand and that this alleyway didn’t belong only to him anymore, now it belonged to THEM again, but HER merely visible image disappeared as fast as it had appeared, merging with the fog, and again he was walking alone.

/Epilogue of my novel/

Aitor - in the photo.
Medorah - Aitor's Bride and the reason of all his miseries.
Korah - Aitor's daughter.
SHE - Andie, Aitor's human lover.
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2304x3072px 4.73 MB
Make
SONY
Model
DSC-S700
Shutter Speed
1/125 second
Aperture
F/2.8
Focal Length
6 mm
ISO Speed
100
Date Taken
May 3, 2009, 5:24:46 PM
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FanArtistik's avatar
I don´t comment in this deviation until today, because I want to take my time to read and think about it... I think your story sounds interesting.

I think, the picture could be use like the cover of the novel, but if you want something more special could be another thing, maybe a draw from you.