*16 Years Later*
I am now 30 years old, I never returned to France but I am a very successful psychologist, and now live in London. I get a letter one day from a friend of mine in America, asking me to come to visit him. I decide to go, thinking how much fun it would be to go on a ship again. I reply, saying yes, I will come.
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I am now in America. I have already visited my friend, Charles, but I have decided to stay a little longer. I like it here. Walking back from a store one day, I see someone walking across the street. There is nothing extravagant about him, but something catches my eye. This man has a prosthetic arm. I remember Levi, and a wave of sadness crashes over me. I wish I had at least said goodbye to him before he and I parted ways forever. I look closer at the man, and suddenly I recognize him. Levi. I feel myself turn white and I stumble, shocked. The sidewalks aren't crowded at all, there is barely anyone here. I see him look up at me, and I gasp. He frowns slightly like he is thinking about something, and that little movement makes my knees go weak. I collapse onto the ground. Memories crowd my mind, all of Levi. I see him jog over to me and feel him start to help me up off the ground. I grab onto his jacket collar and don't let go, even as he tries to disentangle himself. I feel my mouth open, shut, open again. I struggle to get the words out. "L-Levi? Is it really you?" He looks so confused. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asks. He doesn't even recognize me. I don't answer. He tries again. "Miss? Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" I manage to force out a dry laugh. "A doctor?" I repeat. "No, I'm perfectly healthy, physically, that is. And even if I did, I would manage, seeing as how I used to be a nurse." I watch his face and feel worried. What if he really doesn't know me? Then I see recognition dawn in his face. I open my mouth to say something again, but he beats me to it. His mouth quirks up in half a smile, and he says what I have been waiting for. "How are you, Grace?"
THE END
