Whipped - I. Lightwood

|Epilogue|

It had been a week, a week since Izzy had seen Evie smile. A week since Izzy had held Evie. A week since she had seen her face or her outfits parading around the institute. Nothing was going to be the same without their little firecracker. Everyone had only known Evie for just over a month, yet the whole institute was revelling over the loss of her. The halls seemed darker and the room in which she had called her own was left alone. No one had entered and no one had passed it. 

That was until now, Izzy had pushed the door open as she wandered into the room where they had started to make so many wonderful memories together. Where she was sure that if Evie hadn't lost her life many more memories would have been made. Nothing had changed since the last time she was in here a week ago. Well on the surface it hadn't. It was missing one piece. The most important piece. 

It was missing Evie. Her Evie. And there was no way she'd ever get her back.

Izzy found herself crying once again, as she laid on the bed. It smelt like her and this only made Izzy miss her more. She laid there for what seemed like forever, but eventually she realised that she could get more of Evie's scent from one of her jumpers. She was certain they were stored in the second to bottom drawer in her chest of drawers. Therefore, that was where she went to that draw. She moved around until she found the one jumper she had always seen Evie wearing in the evenings. Therefore Izzy rooted around knowing the grey jumper was in there. Soon enough, she found the jumper but upon picking it up she realised it was heavier than a jumper should have been. As she unfolded the jumper a stack of envelopes fell onto the floor. Each one etched with cursive writing detailing a different name. Izzy hadn't seen Evie's writing in the time she had known her yet this was exactly what she had imagined. It was scrawny and slightly curly yet screamed Evie.

Looking down at the mass of envelopes finding one dressed to herself. She couldn't stop herself from opening said letter to read. 

'To my angel amongst men,

I am aware that if you're reading this that I am no longer on this earth. I hope by this point I have managed to get my act together and told you the feelings I have developed in this short time so that you knew that you were loved. That this ginger haired idiot felt so deeply for you that it made her forget her own name. 

There were many times that all I ever wanted to do was to run and leave this life behind to never return and to vanish. But there was always this one thing holding me back one reason as to not go. And that reason was you. Every time I tried to sneak out and leave, the thought of you convinced me to stay. Waking up in another world where I didn't know you or get to see you was not want I wanted. 

I hope you can remember me in the good times and the bad. Remember me in the gardens where I would always end up even if I was not intending on reaching there. Remember me when I made that mess in the kitchen by knocking over the flour that took a whole hour to clear away. Do not remember me for the state I was in when I left, remember how I was that morning. 

Always remember how amazing you are, that you are beautiful and that whoever you end up with on this earth will be the luckiest person alive. Because I know for the short period of time that I was that person I was the luckiest being ever. 

I am also 100% certain that you are going to be the one to find these letters. So please, please hand them out. Because a dead girl cannot speak for herself. Though these letters, these can speak for me. There's some unspoken things written in here and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left before we could even try us.

Forever,

Evangeline Marie Fairchild.'

Original word count: 662

2nd Edit June 2020 word count: 748