Worth Living For

Chapter 28

*Author's Note*

Well guys, this is the end. Thank you so much for sticking along with me and reading this story. It means the world to me. Even if there are only a few of you, I am thankful for every single person that reads my writing. It means the world to me.

I'm sorry the ending has to be like this. It just had to. But, a part of me feels like their story isn't over, not yet. I didn't get the "it's the end" feeling while I was writing this chapter. So, who knows? Maybe I'll decide to write a sequel, or at least an epilogue, to this story. If I decide to do that, it won't be for a while. But it just might happen in the future. So, if you really like this story, look at my profile on here every once in a while and check to see if I've started anything involving WLF.

There are a few things that I have to add onto this story. There will be an extra chapter that I will post (I won't be posting it as a chapter to WLF, I will be posting it as a one-shot, so you'll have to go to my profile to find it) and it will be from Gerard's Point of View of the last chapter (or his last chapter, actually. Right after he left Frank) so be on the lookout for that. Also, I have another surprise for all of the fans of this story. I'll be posting that some time after Christmas, on the message board on my profile. So be on the look out for that, too!

Thank you guys, again, for everything. I hope you've enjoyed reading WLF as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

(and I also hope the ending doesn't give you an emotional breakdown, like it did for me and my editor. I wish you the best of luck while reading this last chapter!)

xo

Sophie

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Every day just kept getting harder. It was getting harder to hold on; both to the memories of Gerard and to my own sanity. Every inch of the house made me think of him. Every thought I had was of him. I couldn’t get over the hole he left in my heart, no matter how hard I tried. Talking to Kathy and Ava about it didn’t help, it usually made things worse. I wanted to go out and find him, but every time I would try, Kathy would stop me. Soon, I learned that I couldn’t do that. So I waited. And when I realized that I couldn’t wait forever, and that he probably would never come back, I was truly broken.

Dialing Kathy’s phone number became automatic, and I could type it into my phone without even thinking. I was glad that I had her for a friend; my friendship with Ava would never be the same after what she did to me, so having Kathy there for me whenever I needed her was something to be grateful for.

But I wasn’t calling Kathy then. My fingers started to dial her number, but I quickly realized the mistake and started again. I had to look down at the notepad filled with names and phone numbers on the table in front of me (most in Gerard’s handwriting, the few new ones at the bottom in my own) to dial the number I was wanting to.

“Hello?” Her voice was groggy and it seemed as if she had just woken up.

“Hey, Delilah.”

“Frank?” She huffed. “I was kind of expecting Gerard.”

My throat closed up, threatening tears, and I had to clear it before continuing. “No.

He, uh...he left me. A while ago.”

“And left you with the house? Huh. That’s not really like him. He must have really fallen for you.”

“Yeah. Um...I wanted to talk to you about something. I want to start fresh again. Try to start a new life, a life without Gerard. I’ve come to realize that he’s probably never going to come back to me, and...well, yeah. Anyway; I need your help.”