Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 68
Well, this is it; we’ve arrived at the end. This has been an incredibly fun and invigorating journey. I can’t thank everyone enough for their support and thoughts as I’ve written this series. The only thing that has made me happier than connecting with Mike and Melody is seeing how many others enjoy connecting with them as well. The epilogue contains no sex or erotic scenes, but I hope you enjoy it all the same, as this has always been the ending I have envisioned for the series. As always, please rate and comment as you feel so inclined. I hope you all have enjoyed reading this series as much as I have enjoyed writing it, and I hope you will come back to reread it many times in the future. Thank you again. – auguy86
Epilogue Song Titles
I’ll Fly Away (Johnny Cash)
An Unforgettable Melody - Epilogue
To the entire world, they appeared to be a normal, if surprisingly healthy, elderly couple. To each other, however, Mike and Melody were still as young and energetic as the day they first met, over one hundred years ago. Still as in love as the day they married, nothing in the universe could ever hope to crack their undying dedication.
Their two children, Harry and Maya, had grown into wonderful adults and lived long, fulfilling lives, raising families of their own. Harry eventually discovered a natural capability as a leader, becoming a long-serving member of the Georgia State Legislature. In spite of his political success, he never desired to run for governor or a position in the United States Congress, saying, “I never want to lose my connection to the people who gave me this job.” Maya, following in her father’s musical footsteps, became a renowned violinist, playing in several orchestras around the country before breaking out as an extremely popular solo recording artist. By the time of her retirement, her success and popularity had brought about a surge in school-aged children wanting to learn the violin.
The long life Mike and Melody enjoyed was not without consequence, however, as they had outlived both of their children. They felt an enormous sense of pride in the wonderful lives and families that their kids had been blessed with, but there was always something that felt unnatural about parents burying their own children. In their old age, the couple kept mostly to themselves, not wanting to make new friends that they would again outlive and have to say goodbye to. Even so, their unwavering faith never diminished.
As Mike lay on their bed, his wife cuddling in his arms, he reflected peacefully on all of this and the incredible blessings he had been given in his life. Though he had enjoyed immense health for a century, he had always said he did not want his life to be prolonged beyond what his body could naturally endure. As such, he could tell that, even with his great health, his body was close to shutting down. Gazing into his wife’s lovely emerald eyes, he kissed her tenderly.
“It’s almost time, isn’t it?” he asked.
Nodding, she replied, “It is, but… I’m ready. When you die, I will die with you. We will never be separated, of this I’m sure.”
“I’m ready too,” he said with a smile. “We’ve had to say goodbye to too many great people; Mom and Dad, our kids, Darcy, Stuart, Ashley, Trey…”
“We’ll see them again,” she reassured him.
“I know,” he mused happily. “When we die, just so I’ll know, what will happen to your body? After all, I wouldn’t want people to think I mysteriously murdered my wife and hid her body!” he said sarcastically.
Melody giggled, as sweetly as she had the day he first met her. “Don’t worry, I will leave behind a body with yours. To all the world, we will have died in each other’s arms.”
Feeling his end approaching, he drew his wife close, kissing her lovingly one last time. “Thank you, Melody. I love… you…”
Slowly, his vision began to fade… into darkness…
*****
Awaking with a start, Mike immediately gasped and panted, working to comprehend where he was. He found himself dressed in a tailored, tan suit with a blue tie and brown loafers. Looking around him, he was sitting on a sidewalk of a downtown area, yet he saw no other people. Still, the streets were far too clean for this to be a ghost town.
“Melody?” he called, but heard no reply. “Melody!”
Melody, Melody can you hear me? Even in his mind, he heard nothing. Mike was now afraid; there was no sign of his wife anywhere.
As he looked in every direction for her, he noticed an enormous building a block or two over. “Guess that’s where I’m supposed to be heading,” he muttered to himself. Wearily, he began his walk up the street towards the building.
As the entrance to the building came into view, Mike could tell that it was even larger than it first appeared, stretching upward into the low-hanging clouds. The entrance was guarded by a set of enormous gates. In front of the gates stood a large, imposing man dressed in a black suit with dark sunglasses covering his eyes. Despite his strong appearance, the man strangely had one of the warmest smiles on his face that Mike had ever seen in his life.
“Hello, sir,” the man said as Mike approached.
“Hi, um… I think I’m lost.”
“Nah, you’re not lost. I just need to see your invitation, and you can head on inside,” the man said casually.
Searching his coat and pants pockets, Mike found nothing. “I don’t seem to have an invitation… where exactly would I have gotten one?”
Holding his hand up, the man said, “It’s alright, not everyone has an invite. If you know me, you can still go on in. So, do you know me?”
“I don’t believe so, but I’d love to get to know you. Mike Braxton,” Mike said, extending his hand in greeting.
“Good to know you, Mike. Name’s Pete. I’m the greatest bouncer in the universe,” he replied, shaking Mike’s hand. “So, do you know me?”
“Do I… know you?” His wording confused Mike. Hesitating, Mike pondered what Pete could be getting at before answering.
“Pete?” Mike asked.
“Yep.”
“The greatest bouncer in the universe?”
“That’s me.”
“Pete… Pete…” Mike continued to mutter to himself. “Wait a sec… Pete wouldn’t be short for Peter, would it?”
“Why, yes. Yes it would be.”
“As in… The Rock on Which I Shall Build My Church?” Mike said with a grin.
“It seems you do know me,” he said with a smile.
“Saint Peter himself!” Mike exclaimed, immediately grabbing him in a manly bro-hug. “So… is this it? Is this Heaven?” Mike asked.
“Yes and no,” Pete said with a shrug. “All of your questions will be answered in this building behind me, but I’m not the right person to answer them. Head on in, and at the main lobby, take the first hallway on the right, room 107.” With a snap of his fingers, the gates creaked open.
