Starting Over Again

Epilogue: Happy Ending

Everything about my test results was too complicated so it extended my stay at the hospital for another month. Another month before I could go to school again. I chased all my missing activities and requirements in school so I got very busy. I also applied for a part time job to help my mom even if they know nothing about it. Nothing much changed about our family status except that my dad finally gives us allowances and support  that we need. 

Then I went to senior high school, I transferred from jobs to jobs  until I became a regular. My mom then finally found a stable job too. Although one whole year was definitely not enough to move on and forget about everything that had happened, I'm still happy and blessed to guarantee a second life and to make everything right about my life. To have another chance to be okay and start over again. This time, I will live for myself and I will do everything to keep my home, my safest place in the world even if we have countless of flaws and gaps. At the end of the day,  they will be the only ones who will stay with me through ups and downs. That's why our relationship with our family is very important. 

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I woke up early out of panic when I heard a loud, terrible cry. I went out of the room and found Dexter and Sevy hugging each other and could almost unable to breathe because of it. My body froze and even my fingers could not move. I wanted to hug them and comfort them but my feet was frozen. 

"She's gone." She said in the middle of her sobs. That's when I snapped out of it and approached them for a hug. I forced myself not to cry in front of them because i know it will not help them. They need strength and I want to give all my energy to them. 

I remained standing in front of the funeral, thinking if I can do it. But I took a deep breath and decided to go in. This is not the right time to ask if I can because I should. I should be there for her no matter what.

Sobs and griefs welcomed me. At the first row, I saw her family and Sevy is with Ciara and Jazmine. I walked slowly reaching their seats. They both gave way for me to seat right next to her. I held her hand and met her tired eyes. She managed a smile but I didn't smile back. She rests her head on my shoulder.

"Are you real?" she says. I nodded and wrapped my arms around her.

"Real." I said. She burrowed her face on my chest.

"Is everything... real?" she asked once again, forcing herself not to cry, her voice is broken.

"Real." I said without hesitation. She slowly nodded as if internalizing what is actually happening—or what had happened.

"What you said before you fell asleep, is that real?" I stopped for a moment trying to remember that night. I want to deny it but it will do no good so I told her the truth.

"Real." Even if I don't see her face, I felt her smile a little. This time, it's my turn to ask.

"You're going to get through this and we will start over again. Real or not real?" I asked softly as I gently caressed her hair. She inhaled and exhaled deeply and nodded.

"Real."

Time passed by and little by little, she managed to stay strong for her family. She's broken and brave. She's a great fighter.

"Sevy, watched out!" Ally shouted but it was too late because the ball already hit her on her forehead. This is why I hate physical Education.

We rushed at her and she just gave us a funny laugh.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded and smiled brightly.

"I'm fine, woah that hurts a little, Ally." She laughed. Ally apologized and I helped her got up.

"You sure, you're fine?" I'm not quite convinced judging by the impact of that ball—and judging by her little smiles.

"yes, love I'm fine." She reassured me.

Yep, everything went back to normal after three months. Although there are still times that she couldn't sleep because of the pain and sadness she feels since its still fresh for her and her family. But as what I said, she's brave and a great fighter.

And yep, we're together now.

3 years later

She gave me a bottle of milk—which is our favorite and a chocolate ship. It's weekends and we've decided to hang out in a park—where we used to go to back when we were in high school.

"Isn't it weird?"

"Why? What's weird?" I said and pinched her cheeks.

"Everything—about us. I mean we were together for 3 years but we haven't talk about what happened before, you know, when we were in high school." I nodded in agreement. "I'm just curious, why don't you want to listen to me? I mean, who knows if that's the bridge for us to get back together—"

"But it wasn't, was it?" I cut her off. She slowly nodded in understanding. "You know in every story, there's always two sides. For us, there is side you and side me."

"And?" I bet her face is in actual confusion.

"And, there is two sides of truths and two sides of lies. In every story, lies and truths always blur together. Everything we say isn't one hundred percent accurate." I bit the chocolate chip.

"So?" her confused expression is gone so maybe she's just waiting for me to end the explaining thing. I took a deep breath.

"So, as long as we're going to push both of our points, it will never going to work. Understand?" she smiled then she leaned to kiss me.

"I love you." she says.

"I love you more." I replied.