Luke and Violet - S01 E50

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Luke and Violet - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

............EPILOGUE........

And so that's my story. It's been 12 years since I took my new identity as Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to spend eight years with Heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the chance to start all over. We both had a fresh start. A new beginning. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey Font, we had enough to work half the year in our village and spend the other half traveling all throughout Europe. Heather loved France, Greece, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the places we visited together and get emotional. I miss her.

One summer morning, about eight years into living together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her late fifties at that point in time and had some minor health issues. I rushed her to our local clinic where the doctor could not find a reason other than dehydration for her to pass out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a week. Heather was incredibly happy during her last week spent with me. We had late night sex on the beach and on our boat, drank plenty of wine together, and shared stories of past memories together with lots of laughs. After an evening spent walking throughout our village, we went home. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and water before she went to sleep. Before she did, she touched my face and gave me a kiss.

How

"Thanks for everything my darling. I love you. Goodnight."

With those last words I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent hours the next morning trying to wake her up. I've never wept so hard in my life. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to wake up.

Once the denial phase started to sweep away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic news. They sent a small medical team to our house to take her body for an autopsy. Heather died in her sleep after a ruptured brain aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The doctors can't even tell me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ashes in the ocean. I took our boat out to sea to spread them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the clouds for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our lives back in the motel all those years ago after her psychotic ex held us

hostage. For allowing me to have the opportunity to start all over

again and be there for her, live life with her, and give her everything that she deserved. She was my world! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and spread them into the ocean.

"Goodbye Violet."

I've spent the last few years by myself, continuing to live the life that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the States. I was happy living a nice quiet life in Italy. But I needed to move on. Find a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would have wanted for me to do. She would have wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to take a risk.

In present day, I hold onto my passport and boarding pass as I take a seat aboard my flight. I have a one-way ticket to California. Whatever the risk, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to make it back home. To my family.

As the plane speeds down the runway and becomes airborne, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Nervous?"

I turn to my side and see a friendly passenger. An elderly lady with a bright smile on her face.

"Oh uh...yeah just a little bit." I tell her with a nervous laugh.

"Bless your heart darling. First time flying?" She reaches over to me and grabs my hand.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"Heading back home to my family. It's been a long time."

"I'm sure they'll be joyful to see you." She says with her bright smile.

"I hope so. Thanks for checking up on me."

"You're absolutely welcome dear. It's a long flight. We gotta take care of each other. What's your name?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the question. But I take a deep breath, squeeze her hand and look at her with confidence and a sense of pride when I tell her.

"My name is Lucas Smith, but you can call me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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