The Overture of 1812 began to play around Evey as she stared outside her apartment window, watching the world slowly change around her. After the destruction of the Parliament building and the bodies of Sutler and Creedy were found, England had rejoiced but now it was time to start anew. Everyone had worried that they would make the same mistakes from the past so the level of trust people had were low but that turned out to be for the best because their caution meant that they were aware and being aware means that they acknowledge their imprisonment by a fascist government and they would never allow that to happen again. People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people. V would have been proud to see this change.
Slowly but surely, things started going back to the way they were before Sutler came along and to feel that freedom was like taking a breath of fresh air after someone nearly drowns. But that freedom came with a price. V had to die in the name of freedom and whilst everyone remained unaware of that price, Evey had to wake up every morning knowing that the man who changed her life had died in her arms.
Every night she would lie in her bed and hear his dying words ring through her head.
I told you, only truth. For 20 years, I sought only this day. Nothing else existed... until I saw you. Then everything changed. I fell in love with you Evey. And to think I no longer believed I could.
She would turn over to her side as tears would make their way down her face as she relieved the event.
That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.
And then she would cry herself to sleep, remembering the feeling of his body in her arms and the pressure of his body going limp as he died.
Evey would dream that she'd wake up to hear Julie London crooning out Cry Me A River and then she would find herself slow dancing with V who would be very much alive. They would smile and lose themselves in the music, forgetting about the world for a moment.
But the dream would end when she awoke alone. Free, but alone.
Her only consolation was knowing that he had not died in vain. He gave up life and his chance of love for freedom and she would be forever grateful to him. He believed so strongly and he changed the world. She was grateful for everything that had happened. She was even grateful for the torture because it made her realize what it was to live without fear. Even if she had to live with sorrow and a bittersweet freedom, she would be free.