The Empty Room - Epilogue
~*~*~Epilogue~*~*~
Nona, who spuns the thread of life from her distaff onto her spindle, watched the two men vanish into the bedroom downstairs and walked over to her sisters, a delighted smile on her face.
"They're just too cute for words," she beamed and sighed as she took the seat in the living room right next to her sisters. Then she frowned slightly, remembering all the days behind them, all the suffering she had witnessed.
“Uhm, don’t you think we’ve been a little, uhm ... drastic?” She turned to look at her siblings.
“What are you talking about?” Decima, who measures the thread of life allotted to each person with her measuring rod, looked up to her.
Nona shrugged. “I mean, we put him through hell. That poor guy suffered so much.”
“You feel sorry for him, sis?” Decima smiled, affection in her eyes.
“Yeah, of course I do!” Nona burst out.
Morta, who cuts the thread of life, who chooses the manner and time of every person's death, sighed and rolled her eyes. “Look, we tried subtle. We tried slow and easy and painless. And what did we get?”
“He broke off with Sandy, moved in together with Jensen, and made jokes about how Jensen had a big crush on him," Decima dove in. "They could have ended up in bed together and that guy would still have proclaimed he was straight and would have thought he had to marry a girl and have 2.5 kids. Trust me sweetie, that guy needed a sledgehammer!”
“But why did he get all the trouble?" Nona gestured, tried to make her sisters understand, "I mean, Jensen didn’t have to suffer through this like Jared did!”
Decima huffed. “Because Jensen is as stubborn as he is beautiful. He wouldn’t have gone far enough to make Jared see what he needed to see. Just one word of rejection and Jensen would have been out of the picture.”
“Let it go, Nona," Morta advised in a caring tone. "They belong together. They were made for each other. We of all people should know. We just ... helped it along.”
“Honey, you can watch over them for as long as they live and keep everything detrimental out of their way, okay? Is that a deal?” Decima smiled towards her younger sister.
“But you do ... .” Nona was perplexed.
“Just this once, sis.” Decima stretched out a hand, patted her sisters knee.
Nona jumped up, beaming with joy. “Awesome!”
And so it came to pass that the three sisters of fate, the one who sings of things that were, the one who sings of things that are and the one who sings of things that will be, rose up from the sofa of the Ackles-Padalecki household, unseen by any men, and turned for the front door.
“Okay, uhm ... can we try Chad and Sophia again?” Nona tried her best most innocent voice, hoping that she might get a positive answer this time, since her sisters seemed in a good mood.
“No!” Came the reply from both of them immediately.
“Come on!" Nona whined. She didn't even care if she sounded like a five-year-old. "We could ask Cupid!”
“Love is not Chad's problem, Nona.” Decima told her, opening the door and letting her older sister walk out first.
Nona stomped one foot to the ground. “But he was such a great friend to Jared!”
“Yeah, because he wasn’t thinking with his dick!”
Nona and Decima turned to their older sister, their faces stunned.
Morta chuckled and rolled her eyes. “What? Don’t look so shocked. I know the word for it in every language of this planet. Don’t think I’m afraid to use them.”
The younger sisters shared another look before Nona fell back into her pleading voice. “Dee, please! They belong together! You know it!”
“Yes, I do," Decima admitted. "But he’s a lost cause.”
Reaching the sidewalk and not looking back once to the home they'd just fixed, the three of them headed south, no obvious destination on their road.
“We can ask Aphrodite. She still owes us for ... ,” Nona tried again, but Decima interrupted her.
“Hon, no one can fix him. Not even us.”
“But ... .”
“Give it up!” the two other sisters replied in unison.
“But we could ... .”
“Give it up!”
~*~*~The End~*~*~
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