Every Story Needs An Epilogue

by
Strife Aileron

TITLE: Every Story Needs An Epilogue

AUTHOR: Strife Aileron

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kim Possible or anything affiliated with the show.

SUMMARY: A letter to family

TYPE: Kim/Shego

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

NOTE: This is a continuation of Trufreak89's short story 'How the Story Ends' and as such, you need to write that one first. Please note that this story was written before Trufreak89 wrote the second and last chapter. As such, this story ignores the latter two chapters.

Words: 463


Dear Mom, Dad, Ron, and Tweebs,

Remember how I told you a week ago that I was gay? Well, I was dating Shego. Yes, Drakken's sidekick. Yes, that Shego.

I love her. I love her and she broke up with me.

A passenger train slowly wound through picturesque mountains. The sky was clear, and it was seasonably warm. Most of the occupants of the six cars marvelled at the scenic picture laid out in front of them.

A beautiful teenaged girl wasn't one of them, however. She just stared out the window, unseeing of nature's majesty, as tears tracked down her face.

She said some bullshit about 'us' not working. We were too different, she said. We were on different sides and neither of us could change, she said.

She said she didn't love me (large tear stain on paper).

The girl snarled at a server who'd interrupted her thinking. Glaring angrily as said server practically ran away as fast as he could push his cart, she snorted and then turned back to looking outside.


“Loser.”

When she told me that it…it (tear stain), oh god she just…just tore my heart out!!!

If I can't have the person I love most then fuck the world! It can go to hell in a hand basket for all I care.

I quit.

The beautiful teenaged girl wearily got off the train, shouldering her carryall as she pushed her way through the crowd of disembarking passengers. She ignored the angered protests of those she jostled as she made her way out and away from the train station.

Soon enough, she entered the resort that the town she was in was built around and had gotten a room.

I left Middleton. It's got way too many bad memories now; I can't stand the thought of being here any longer. It's a burning scar in my mind and I won't suffer any more than I have to.

Be glad; my first impulse was to wipe the town off the map.

I've decided to go somewhere where I won't be recognized; where I can just blend in. I'm going somewhere where I can just exist, and not have to worry about everybody else's problems; just my own.

Mrs. Possible dropped the tearstained note in horror, and tentatively picked up the blue coloured device her daughter had carried for close to a decade now. Running a finger over it, she whispered, “Oh Kim, why do you have to overreact? It was for your own good. She wasn't good for you…”


Don't any of you dare try to track me down! I want to be left alone!

Kimberly Ann Possible

Tossing her carryall on the bed, the beautiful teenaged girl looked around and muttered to herself, “Welcome to your new life, Kimberly.”