Two years passed since Oliver's death and the house of Dodger's burned, I've been busy on school and work for my grandfather. He's retired now and living in an elderly care home, sold his house and furniture, and live in a small studio that's over a flower shop. Yes, I work at the flower shop and the money that the house and all the belongs were sold from; I split the money. Took half and the other half was for a nice place for Oliver's grave to be. I visit Oliver every day at the same time of day; I talk to him and still teach him; even though he doesn't need to learn anymore. Tears do fall now and again when I'm there. Sometimes, I hide and sleep in the grave yard, even though it's illegal. My life is very empty and little happiness anymore. No news or letters from/about my father and his ware bouts. I write him letters but always get them back a week later. I'm not sure where he is nor Dodger. On that day of the fire and Oliver's death, I wonder what happened to him. I woke up in a hospital bed a day after the event and only to find my grandfather waiting for me kindly. I miss Dodger, I fancied him. No, I didn't just fancy him, I loved him. But now, that's all a memory. A sweet summer memory.

I'm now 20 and getting engaged to a very sweet man, who's 22. He's in the military and loves his job. We meet when I was working in the shop and he was looking for something for a friend of his. He asked questions and I answered them, something did it though. I guess that our eyes locked and we felt some connection, I don't know. I don't 'love' him like I have to Dodger but he keeps the pain away.

My life will get better now since I'm moving to France in a few weeks, new life and new memories to make. I'll never forget Oliver nor Dodger, I loved them both and they won't be forgotten.

Dodger's side

I left that hospital, leaving my girl alone. I had to go and get out of England. Go to America. Start a new life, no looking back. Oliver is gone; Eva will be fine, and me. Me, I'll be fine. Always had, always will. There's the boat, the boat to America.

Evangeline married a Marine in the military. He's 22 and he's from Liverpool, Great Britain as well. His name is James William Shepard.

Dodger made it to America, where he now works as a banker. He never married but now and again, he writes letters to Evangeline. Both keep in touch and are lovers still.

James died in combat, leaving Evangeline in France. Evangeline, now 25, moves to America, where Dodger and her could reconnect and be more.

The End