Final Chapter

I conclude my NaNoWriMo with my final chapter. Do forgive the “speling and grammers mistakes,” it adds to the “NaNoWriMo” feel of the story… Here’s a (pretty long) excerpt…

Rowena turned and faced him. Her eyes, filled with tears, glistened in the light of the setting sun. He walked up to her.


But Rowena said nothing. She felt bad she betrayed him, but felt even worse that he had not given her a chance to explain, a chance to ask for forgiveness. He looked at her, and saw how hurt she was; he felt terrible, but how could he forgive her after what she had done?


She continued, “tell me Dres, what is life? Life is but days strung together, like beads on a necklace. Just one wrong bead, in the wrong place, can destroy the whole thing.”


“Dresden, you’re the strangest, most unromantic crap head I know.”

Dresden realised this. And he felt a little embarrassed too. He was supposed to be this suave, thinking fellow, and now he was just saying “let’s just get back together, okay?”? He felt dumb and cheap.



“I’m going to take a mulligan.” And do Dresden did take that mulligan. And they started again, back then they had just sat down.

Again, the sun was setting, all was beautiful, ya-da ya-da, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Dresden looked at her with a cool, sauve look, and took of his sunglasses. She could see his eyes now, and to her horror, they were almost as red as hers. What she didn’t know was that it was conjunctivitis, and not because he was crying.

“Ro, believe me when I say I love you. I always have. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, that will not change.”

Dresden then realised that perhaps the best words he could use in a situation such as this, were no words at all. He sat there, with her, watching the setting sun. When the sun had set, he slowly held her hand, and she didn’t take it away.

She put her head on his shoulder, and they just sat there, comfortable in each other’s silence. What so many people fail to realise, is that silence often is the most powerful language one can use, and one with the most tact. Used in the extremes, silence can kill a relationship, with fear being the main catalyst. But when used in a controlled manner, nothing could be better.

Dresden stood up, and helped Rowena up as well.

“Let’s go for a walk, Ro…” and he led Rowena to the edge of the lake. He sat down on the grass, and invited Rowena to do the same. She sat.

He took out from his bag some pieces of bread, and gave some to her. He then tore of a piece and threw it into the water.

“To the fish, it will seem like food is falling from the sky. A fish has no sense of land, no sense of sky. A bird that feeds on fish would seem like the devil, and a bird flying overhead might seem like an angel. And God is the unseen creature dropping food from the surface.

“We are the Gods to the fish. We can, with some effort, decide if they live, or they die.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” asked Rowena.

“There are some things we can never understand, Ro. God showed me that you existed, showed me that a beautiful human being such as yourself could even stand being in my company. I don’t understand him, and like the fish, I’ll never understand what is beyond me. Sometimes he chooses to torture me, but most times he just feeds me, and lets me be.”

“And I was your torture?” asked Rowena. She broke into a smile. “I’m sorry Dres.”

“No worries Ro, no worries.”

Dresden lay down on his back, and invited Ro to do the same. He put his arm behind her, and she lay on it. They both lay like this, watching the stars.

“In a million years, Ro…”

Rowena looked at him, then at the sky, and continued for him, “we’ll all be part of the cosmos, as dust in the nebulae, like dust in the wind.”

Then they closed their eyes, and slept.

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