Before him stretched a field of green and gold, every time the wind blew, the grass and wheat would sway. He could taste the wind, it tasted salty, soon it would rain. The sky was golden but the gold was being encroached on by claws of gray. Underfoot was squishy, he suspected it was moss. It felt good on his feet. He knew there were flowers around here somewhere, but he didn’t know where. He got down on his hands and knees and gently caressed the grass. Finally he found it. He felt its color, it was golden just like the grain. Streaked with red from head to the midsection. The wind switched direction and suddenly he felt a gust of moisture spray his face. It was starting to rain. He rushed towards the house, flower in hand. Virginia gasped when she saw him dripping wet with a dandelion in his hand. “Virginia, look what pretty flower I found for you! It’s so red and pretty! And just look at the beautiful color of white! Bet you won’t see that anywhere else.” Virginia looked sadly at Gallows, he had, in essence, created his own world which revolved around her. Her hatred for Jet had longed since died, but she soon came to realize that the world created in Gallows’ mind was much more beautiful than any Filgaian fields. He was in heaven, she was his angel, and she wanted to keep it that way.
A/N: As an aside, I wanted to add more to the epilogue but figured it was good the way it was. This may or may not be posted, I’m not quite sure, yet. I still have some more stories to write, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see my way out. Thanks for reading. <3 Also, there are probably