Epilogue to Arya Von's Adventures

A/N: Hope ya didn't start to spontaneously hate me forever for the last chapter. Here's this epilogue.

Hilda's POV:

"And so we shall miss her forever." The preacher finished.

I dabbed furiously at my eyes with a white handkerchief. I was wearing a black dress that fell to my ankles. On my head was a black lace veil.

In the coffin was my love, Arya Von.

All around me were people I didn't know. Or people I knew, but now well.

There was N and his father, Ghestis. Arya's parents. Bianca and Cherin who were holding hands.

Plus like, a million others.

Arya Von was a normal girl, but she'd gotten caught in a lot of weird stuff. She was captured by N, then taken to an airship. Literally, a ship that went in the air.

After that, she and N went to Dragon-spiral Tower to catch Reshiram, where she suffered serious head wounds. Soon, after a single date, I knew she was the one for me.

About a year later she lost her mind.

She was a crying mess when I found her one day in her house. Long ragged scars stretching down the sides of her head, and writings about life and death on the wall. Her green eyes had lost their tranquility. They were now pools of acid, waiting for someone to fall in and get killed. I took her to a hospital, where they said the brain damage would slowly eat away at her until she would kill herself in he most gruesome way; they'd seen this happen before. I couldn't let that happen. She was brought into a mental institution, where her mind slowly decayed. I was a nurse there, and she was my patient.

Then the dammed day came where she had to be killed, or she'd kill inflict more and more damage to herself until she died a horrible, gruesome death like the doctor predicted.

She died in fear, pain, and confusion.

She died holding my hand as she slipped into the void.

I snapped back to the present, and I saw tear marks on my black dress's lap.

I buried my face in my hands and cried for a long time. I felt people's gazes looking at me angrily and sympathetically. Angry because I was disturbing their morning periods. Sympathetic because they  knew the bond I had with her.

But I kept crying.

The thing was, whenever I closed my eyes I saw her eyes' light go out like a candle drowning in its own wax.

I couldn't bear it.

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Six months passed and I felt like I could finally be out in the real world again without having fits of sorrow.

Everyone else aren't as broken up anymore, except for her parents, of course. Life is improving. The scars I gathered from seeing her in her insane stages are fading, thanks to counseling.

Just goes to show that eventually, scars will fade.

Along with the memories of the people you love.