Epilogue
Eighty years later
Katelyn, now
one hundred years old, changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Before
she turned out the light, she grabbed a framed picture from off her nightstand.
It was the last picture ever taken of her and Brian, from their wedding
reception. They had their arms around each other and were smiling happily.
Katelyn smiled sadly at the picture. She looked towards the ceiling.
"I love
you, Brian," she whispered, placing her hand over her heart. Then she put
the picture back where it belonged and turned out the light. She fell asleep
almost instantly.
***
Suddenly, a
bright light appeared, and Katelyn walked towards it. When she entered the light,
she found herself at the entrance of an arena. It was packed with people. But
there was no screaming now. Everything was silent. All the people smiled at
Katelyn as she walked down the steps, towards the stage. There, on the stage,
sat five men on stools. Katelyn climbed up onto the stage. She walked down the
center of it, straight to the man who sat in the middle of the five. He stood
up as she approached him.
"Brian,"
Katelyn cried. He grinned widely and wrapped his arms around her. He lowered
his lips to hers and kissed her, a kiss that proved his love for her was
eternal. He would be the one for her for all eternity.
The End
