Untitled document.docx - This fanfiction picks up from one month after the last chapter in the book Finale<\/b> before the Epilogue.<\/p>

This fanfiction picks up from one month after the last chapter in the book Finale, before the Epilogue. Disclaimer: Occasional reference to a word sometimes considered to be foul language is included in this text. It is used only as a reference to the place “hell” as fits the storyline, and is not meant to offend anyone. :-) 1 Month Later I find Lynn Parnell in the crowd, and ignoring the tears staining my cheeks, I approach her. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Parnell. Scott was a very close friend of mine.” My lip trembles and another tear slides down my cheek. My words words float away on the breeze, ineffectual and pointless. I can’t console Scott’s mother, and she doesn’t even know he died for me. Still, she pulls me into a hug and I sniffle into her shoulder, and she into mine. I sit gently next to Vee, smoothing my black dress. I can’t make myself look up. I don’t want to see the picture of Scott’s smiling face. I want to see his real face, alive and glowing. Vee sobs quietly beside me, and I place a hand on her back. Patch walks over, his athletic build popping in a black tuxedo. He sits on my other side. No one besides Vee, Patch and I knows that Scott didn’t die in a car crash near the cemetery. We had to mind trick everyone in Coldwater into seeing a twisted car on the side off the road, instead of seeing devilcraft-blue blood covering the cemetery lawn. No one besides us ever can know how heroically Scott really passed. His death is a weight I will bear forever. They lower Scott’s casket into the grave, in the same cemetery in which he died. His tombstone is an angel holding hands with a human, a secret reminder to me of his Nephilim heritage. 2 ½ years later The news blares on the TV. I sit down with a salad, listening over the sound of my crunching. “Marcie Millar died unexpectedly this afternoon in her home with her mother, Susanna Millar. She went peacefully. The funeral will be held at Coldwater cemetery on Monday, November third.” I blink forcing myself to feel more upset than I do over her death. I knew it would come soon. “Bye, Marcie.” I whisper, trying to remember the rare moments of good she must've had. I come up short. She sent Patch to hell. I almost had to live without him. I feel no sympathy for her surviving family, and I wonder if at this very moment she and Hank are burning in hell together. About time he got some father-daughter bonding time with the one he actually loves. Vee walks into the farmhouse, setting her bag down on the counter and walking through the entryway. My eyes fall upon her, and I see that she looks shaky, pale, and awkward. “Vee? What's wrong?” “Nothing!” She says a little too quickly. I raise my eyebrows, waiting for her to spill. The past few years have been rough on her. I knew she'd visited several psychologists, therapists, and psychiatrists over time, to try to help her deal with Scott's death. She still frequently had night terrors of the tragedy. I still felt the constant ache too, but I couldn't