My Brother's Best Friend✔️

-Epilogue-

DISCLAIMER: This is not a real scene. The story finishes at the funeral HOWEVER for those of you who have any gaps in knowledge or confusion about the ending or events in the book.. This is an extra for you:)

The scene is set after you have just watched the movie for this book.
^^** just to clarify as there has been some confusion, there isn't actually a movie for this book and i was only pretending HOWEVER if netflix want a cheeky colab then count me in babe**😏

It has its own story line between you and a certain someone from the story... if ykyk ;))

*Curtains draw to a close*

*Lights flicker to a bright buzz*

*Crowds emerge from their seats applauding and exit the cinema in a hurried chatter*

*You stay seated, awaiting the end credits*

"The show is over, love. It's late...You should get going." A voice disturbs from beside you.

Your head turns, following the voice.

Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe o-

You must have been so invested in the movie to not notice the tall boy beside you.

Was he really sitting there the whole time?! You mentally facepalm yourself.

"Uh- yeah I'm- uh just a bit confused. It all happened so suddenly, you know? Got me feeling a bit empty." You sigh, blinking out the moisture threatening in your eyes.

The boy nods, unsure what to say next but pulls out his chair again and sits back down beside you.

He pulls a hand down his face, obviously as tired as you at this late hour but doesn't let it show as he patiently waits for the conversation to continue.

"You're right though, I should get going-" You say in a quick breath and begin gathering your bag and coat.

Abort mission Abort mission Ab-

Heat.

Skin on skin.

Goosebumps arise and you once again glance up at him.

His tattooed hand

is
around
your
arm.

"No." He speaks and your head is suddenly cloudy and fuzzy. "Stay. Please." His dark eyes are desperate and your legs have already disobeyed your wish to leave the red velvet-filled building.

"You said you were confused?" He questions and his knees graze your own he turns to face your body, his beautiful french accent traveling like silk to your ears..

Knowing that your mouth will screw you over for trying to talk to the pretty boy with a hoop in his nose, your eyes lock on his as you nod cautiously.

"Well, think of it like this. Becca and Ethan were never destined to go to France. They got the flight, yes, but we always knew their story was going to be a tragedy. "

"Wha- How? I thought it was advertised as a romance?" You ask, leaning into the mysterious story-telling boy.

"Remember that irrelevant poem at the start of the story? The one the crowd talked over, waiting for the beginning to approach?"

Your head doesn't nod this time...you were a part of the crowd. You didn't hear the poem like he did.

He notices your lack of information and begins to recite the poem.