Forever

Epilogue

GEORGIA, 1867 (Epilogue)

“Goodbye, John.” Clara stood in front of the white tombstone with tears in her eyes. In one hand she held a clay pot. In the pot was the twig from the tree in John’s yard, which by now had grown into a strong sapling.

In the other hand Clara held a single rose, taken from the garden at her own home. She placed the rose at the base of the tombstone, and set the sapling to the side of the stone.

“I promise I’ll come back,” she whispered. “I’ll come back every single day to bring a fresh rose and to make sure that there tree never dies. And I’ll remember, John. Don’t think I’ll forget about you. I’ll remember you. Forever.”

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A/N: Hello friends! I know it's been forever (no pun intended) since I posted the last chapter of this story, but I have gotten so many lovely (and emotional!) comments that I thought as a thank-you, I'd give you the epilogue. So here you are! That concludes this story. I hope you all enjoyed and that not too many tears were shed ;)