Epilogue
Epilogue
"...
I hate her. I hate her so much. She can't come close to grasp even the tiniest fragment of my hatred towards her. Every time that I have to see her stupid face makes me want to retch. Oh, my darling sister, always the bright one, always the pretty one. I CAN'T HELP IT! GOD DAMMIT!!
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Oh yes! Yes, yes! He likes me, he said he liked me ... dreamy smile ... sigh Yeah, I know, he isn't exactly one Adonis, but he shares the same views as I. He's very nice and - No, there isn't anyone peeking over my shoulder while I write this - he's a really good kisser! squeal
He said he wants to start a family, he likes children ... he's perfect for me!
Does he really have to meet her?
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Not that I didn't see it coming! How I wish I could, damn ... How I wish I could live as I was supposed to. But not me, no, never me! Damn her! Hex her! F her ... Ha. Note my bitter sarcasm, will you. As if he hadn't already, that cheap slut. Why else would she have to marry at such a young age? She's only a disgrace to our family! ... sob ...
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But the whole cake incident wasn't that funny at all. Don't know why my - dare I really say so? - husband keeps ranting about it non-stop. Other than that, it was quite a nice wedding ... 'Cept maybe that Mom wasn't there to celebrate with us. I guess, I miss her.
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God, I swear I never let him get near me again! - That was my thought right after going into labour, but as it came out, I changed my mind and today ... But that's private! Not that anyone would, but there's still a possibility, is there not? Never mind, don't bother answering.
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Did I mention, I miss her? I can't even remember how she looked, how she smelled. She had to leave, too soon. All because of her being ... No, I can't even write it down. Her 'ancestries'. Ugh! Being what I am, I am not entirely sure whom I loath more. Myself or Lily? Freak! Aren't I ..."
Vernon stared expressionless at the last page of his wife's diary. His mind was blank, as the letters started to blur before his eyes. What was that? Bits and pieces of his life with Petunia, portrayed by her as she still had been living, before- Vernon had never gotten the chance to meet his mother-in-law, as Petunia always hinted that she'd died many years ago. She didn't like to speak about it, so Vernon hadn't pressed the subject. Not that he had cared, in the first place, but Petunia had been his wife, and one should know his wife's mother, shouldn't one? It was just normal to do so. His sister-in-law, Lily, was another story. From the very beginning of their relationship, Petunia had made it crystal clear that Lily was a freak, and that she didn't want to have anything to do with her. Vernon, of course, had complied. He wasn't one for the 'unnatural' or the 'freakish', he was the kind of man who wanted nothing more than a wife, 2.5 children, maybe even a dog, all in a nice house with garden and a plain white fence. Everything out of order not only made him afraid, but also angered him, for he didn't need his neighbours to think he himself was weird, too. Reading the last paragraphs of Petunia's diary again, Vernon wondered what she had tried to say. What where her mother's 'ancestries' and what did she mean by 'freak, aren't I'? It couldn't be as his mind wanted to tell him, the widower thought numbly.
"No." Vernon opened the window in his compartment and threw the tiny book out of the driving train, leaving the last reminder of his lost family behind. "Sleep well."
-Owari-
