Chapter 5 & Epilogue by shivaree

A JOURNEY
CHAPTER 5

"It doesn't mean much in the grand scale of things, I suppose. But, everything that's going on and that has happened in the past, what, six months, has definitely changed a few lives around this place. I know i can't undue things, and I'm stuck knowing what i know, but I'm glad we left that book behind. Now, i think it's time to leave you behind. This journal knows everything i know, and, maybe it's best for everyone if you rot in the bottom of some lake."

Myu closed her diary with a sharp sound and looked out the window of the train. Her hair had grown longer, no longer in her cute pixie hair cut but shoulder length – and she had dyed it from her natural red to blond. She smiled softly at the sleeping Mr. Linden beside her on the train.

As far as everyone was concerned she was Jayne Markov, and Mr. Linden was her dear grandfather, Patrick, who raised her from birth. Myu opened the train window and stuck her head out, they were almost across the river. She didn't even pause when she took her journal and threw it out the window. It cascaded down the many feet from where they were on the railroad bridge.

Myu put her head back in and closed the window, not even bothering to see where it landed. Myu had found some old papers from before The War in some of the houses of people like Mr. Linden, who had helped them get false papers and money to escape to somewhere safe.

One of the papers held some lyrics she had learned to love. It doesn't mean much. It doesn't mean anything at all. The life I've left behind is a cold one.
Despite the debatable fact how much Myu's past truly mattered, the fact was she was bound to it. And, more importantly, there was no way to change it. Myu can only move on.

EPILOGUE
The teenagers laughed, having a fun time at one of their favorite spots to play together – by a river. It was really nice, and it was always fun to watch the trains travel overhead. Petra threw some leaves at her friend Calden and ran down the small gravel beach but stopped suddenly when she saw something unusual. “Hey guys!” she shouted. “Look at this” she knelt down and picked it up. Krista walked over and looked at the small book. “Looks like a journal.....”