An Epilogue.

So, you've come the end of her story. I know it ended abruptly. What happened next?
Well, as you've already found out she lived a very interesting life. Being a middle child she escaped the scrutiny that the oldest children received and the spoiling that the youngest children were subjected to. She had more then a few scrapes. Knocked out a few teeth, rode her bike a little too fast.


I wonder if you caught it...did you notice that when she was deathly afraid of something she forced herself to do it? That is why, if you were to go swimming with her out in the ocean she went a little bit further than everyone else and a little bit deeper. It scared her. It thrilled her.

But I assume that if you're reading this than you've already read the rest of the book. Her book.

Now its my turn to tell you about her.

I loved the way she always had time for the little children. She loved them whole heatedly and adored to make them laugh.
I loved the way you could pick her out in a crowd because of the outrageous color combinations or styles she was wearing.
I would always get lost in her huge eyes that she could make bigger when she was excited about something.
I loved how she would be willing to argue about anything, no matter how pointless, just because she could.
I loved how she danced, everywhere, anytime, to any music. That was her specialty, dancing. It made her happy.
She was definitely an extrovert, in a category all her own. Taking talking and laughing and socializing to new extremes. People made her happy.
She drank tea and ate chocolate and read in coffee shops.
She sewed and cooked and wrote.
She was different, ditsy and silly. Emotional and melancholy. Exciting and knowledgeable on random subjects.
She loved to take pictures, she said capturing pictures was capturing time. So we will never forget our favorite people, our favorite places, our favorite moments.

And She Loved.
She loved her girlfriends, calling them something new every time, trying to express through the "sugar, sweetie, dear heart..." how much she respected them and loved them.
She loved her God, relishing Psalm 139. She called it his love poem to the world.

She even loved me, I know this because she left.
Our time together wasn't about the adventure for her, and she left because she knew that the longer we stayed together the harder it would become to say goodbye, and goodbye was inevitable. 

After her nineteenth year things went a little bit fuzzy. No one is entirely certain what happened to her. Maybe she did travel the world with her girlfriends like she wanted to. Maybe she did become a professional photographer. I hope she got married and had dozens of children and lived happily ever after. Maybe.

All I know is that I love her, I miss her and I will always call her mine, she was the Girl Who Danced.
My HannahJane.

-The Doctor.