Epilogue

Tristan POV

I walked down the harbor. I wrapped my black trench coat closer to me; the cool breeze was picking up. My wedding band was cool against my skin. I looked around, looking for a certain person. She said she would meet me here. My heart literally jumped with joy. I hadn't seen her since years ago, when this whole mess started.

I had been here for an hour or so, I thought worriedly. If I didn't see her in the next thirty minutes, I was going to have to leave. It was Linnie's birthday today. Finally, I saw the familiar head of blonde-brown hair by the railing, staring out into the ocean. I walked to the person and stood next to her, admiring the view. She turned to me and smiled. I hadn't seen that face for so long. "Jazmin." I said with a smile. "Tris." She said. We stayed silent for a moment, staring into the ocean. Dawn was barely peeking over the horizon. "The morning comes, the night goes. I think I get it now." She muttered. I looked at her, familiar with the poem. "How so?" I asked. "The night, the darkness, the evil, is always beaten by the morning, the light, the good." She answered. I nodded and smiled softly. "You just now got it?" She lightly slapped my arm with a small laugh. "I guess you have to live it to get it." She said sadly.

"So, how's Joelline?" She asked after a moment. Joelline was my daughter, named after my cousin, who I had with a human. I still hadn't told my wife about Division or the Paladins, and I didn't plan to. I needed to protect them, but that was going to slightly fail. Joelline turned five today. Most jumpers first jumped when they turned five years of age. I was going to have to explain a lot to them if Joelline disappeared. I shrugged after a moment. "She's doing fine. It's her birthday today, you know." "Five?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I feel like a horrible aunt. I haven't seen her since she was a baby. Be sure to give her my present." I nodded, suddenly afraid to ask the next question that had been bothering me for a long time.

"Jazmin, when will you come back?" I asked as the sun appeared over the horizon. She smiled. "Wherever, whenever, I walk through the door of that place, you'll know that it's over." Something told me she was never coming back. I hugged her, afraid to let her go. "I love you, Tris. Just don't forget me, or forget I'm still fighting for people like us." I sighed and let her go. "I love you too." I muttered. By now, the sun was up in the blue sky. "I have to go. They'll be watching soon. Say hi to Joelline, and your wife Madison too." She began to walk away. "When will I see you again?" I asked her as she walked. She turned around, eyes sad. "This is the last time. I can't risk you or anyone more than I have already. Just until it's over. Good-bye, Tristan." She disappeared from sight. I looked at the spot she had been, stunned. I lowered my head. "Bye, Jamzin." I choked out.

The lonely man couldn't stop looking at the spot where his sister had been. But when the seagulls began to call and people started to walk past him, he shook himself out of his daze, and walked away, still crying. In the blink of an eye, he was gone from sight.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to say that 'The Morning comes, the Night goes' is now over. Probably the crappiest story and epilogue you have ever read, and I am sorry. I just wanted to say thank you to those who read, reviewed, favorited, and subscribed to my story. I guess that's what kept me going, and now it's over. Thanks again to those who came this far and I hope you enjoyed it. Peace Out!