Hello again! 

As I'm sure you can tell from the title, we are at the end of this beautiful book. It has been such a journey with you all. Working through piles of drafts, hearing positive responses, getting such an inflow of love and support from you guys... it's been an experience I will absolutely never forget. I hope you guys won't ever forget it either!

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The graveyard was peaceful. 

An old willow tree sat in the corner, right by the black-painted iron fencing, its long arms waving gently in the soft breeze. A shimmering fog had set in, cloaking the graves and illuminated by the sparkling light of the afternoon. Half of the graves were swathed in shadows, but the one that I had come for was only half-hidden. 

Holding a single sunflower, its petals undisturbed and a beautiful shade of yellow, I stepped towards the simple grave. My feet barely made a sound as I walked towards it, somewhat comforted by the small fact that nobody had tried to steal the flowers I left. 

A year later, and I still felt regret. 

A year later, so much had happened. 

A wedding was being planned, a relationship had just started to blossom, and others had flourished. Friends had been made. Old scars had started to heal. 

I leaned down to the grave, putting my hand on the small engraving on the stone. My fingers brushed past the words, my eyes fluttering shut as memories flooded my mind, the bittersweet feeling washing over me and making me smile. 

A vague smile, eyes so full of sweet hope and dark despair you could never cry enough. 

She... never expected love. Never expected a second chance, so she didn't even bother to give herself one. Why had she not given herself a chance? Why had nobody else given her a chance?

I felt regret, that was for sure. 

But also I was grateful. Grateful to her, for giving us a chance and trying to trust someone for the first time in her life. 

I didn't know what the future would bring. More problems would be thrown at me, my friends, my life, my everything. I still needed to heal from my time with him, and though that would be long and hard, in the end, it would be worth it. 

Because there were people I knew. 

People who needed, loved, cared for me. 

And I needed them just as much. 

The next time I saw someone like her, I would never hesitate to help them. Because I had already failed once, and that was too much for me. I didn't want to fail someone again. 

I could have been her. 

But I'm not her. 

Somewhere overhead, a bird sang a mournful song, filling the graveyard and swirling around the dark fog. Taking a deep breath, I smiled a soft, sad smile and gazed at the stone words, forever captured on a memorial for the dead.  

She could have been me. 

But I couldn't help her in time. 

Swathed in fog, filled with memories, I placed the sunflower on the grave, closed my eyes, and let a tear drip down my cheek. 

Trixie White, thank you. Thank you for everything, even the things that you shouldn't have done. 

Thank you for being there. 

Far away, somewhere in the distance, I thought I heard someone whisper something to me.

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Sitting on my grave, I watched as Remy approached, carrying a sunflower as he always did. 

It was a beautiful day, clouds floating past in the sky and the sun shining down, the sky just beginning to turn a dusky purple. The moon had already risen in preparation for the afternoon, and with it, it had brought a swirling, mystical fog. 

I smiled at Remy as he placed the flower down on the ground, reaching out as I had for the past few times, trying to put my hand on his shoulder. As had happened the last few times, my hand passed through him, and my smile faltered for a moment before I took a deep breath and shook my head. 

Still nothing. 

As a ghost, I thought that it was my duty to at least try and learn how to annoy people since that was what ghosts did. But now that I was actually dead, and a ghost, it had been so hard trying to communicate with someone that was actually alive. 

Plus, I couldn't leave the graveyard to go haunt Andy. And that was frustrating. 

So far, the only people I had been able to annoy were the other ghosts in the graveyard. They weren't ghost-like at all-- they spent most of their time sitting on their graves in flowery dresses and sighing languidly about how they had been stabbed in the back by a business partner or poisoned by an angry wife. 

I couldn't even run, since most of the different times I had tried to, my ghost had been tugged back to my grave in a spectacularly undignified manner. So now I just sat around on my grave, waiting for someone to come along so that I could practice communications with them. 

Speaking of which...

I tried to snatch at Remy's shoulder again, but missed, not even managing to brush my fingers against his shirt. I frowned. Oh, come on. 

Now he was setting the sunflower down on my grave and closing his eyes, all mysterious and forlorn. But still, I appreciated the sunflower. They were my favourite type of flower-- though how he knew that I had no clue. 

I reached up to touch my sunflower hairclip absently, smiling at the cool touch of the stained glass. The first thing that I had ever bought. 

Slipping off of my gravestone, I paced around Remy, my hands slipped into my pockets. I watched him closely, trying to imagine what he was thinking. I wasn't a mind reader, but I'm pretty sure that it was something along the lines of I'm so sorry! I wish we could've done something! I bow down and apologize for not being able to save you!

Which was just idiotic, let's be honest. 

There was nothing that he could've done, and I was way past being bitter about my death. I mean, sure, life isn't complete without some regrets (like not stabbing Andy in the chest, for one), but really? Feeling bad about my death? 

I scoffed. 

Remy suddenly stood up, making me jump back a few paces so that he didn't step into me. I knew from experience that having anything (human, an object, a lost baby fox-- I've seen it all) felt very weird. Like having your hand inside some kind of cold, slimy gel. 

He looked down at my grave and sighed a long, mournful sigh. As if the universe had planned it, a mourning dove cooed along with his sigh not three seconds later. That was weird. Maybe the universe had planned it or something. 

My eye caught on something dripping down his face and I tilted my head, realizing that it was a tear. That was... new. 

I reached out again, wishing that I could at least hug him, or scratch some positive message into the dirt. Of course, none of that worked, and I was left feeling a little more empty than I had before. 

Remy stood up slowly, smiling again at my headstone in a soft, sad way. I smiled along with him. It was hard not to. 

"It's not your fault," I whispered, my gaze softening. "It's... it's really not." 

He just closed his eyes and let the tears roll down his face.