Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Epilogue

Welcome to the Epilogue of Guns & Roses. This is it, loves!

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of self-harm, nightmares, medication, and depression. However, it also talks about the importance of therapy and of taking steps to heal. ❤

I will post an author's note, probably tomorrow, about everything that was supposed to be a big reveal in this story that you may have missed. That author's note will also talk about my next Larry book to be published (Kill My Mind) and when it will be out.

It will also talk about when you can expect those extra chapters to be published.

For the epilogue here, I have one question: what was your favorite moment throughout the story?

Thank you all so much for reading and sticking around! Enjoy!

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I walked back into the house with dinner from Joan's diner. It was so weird being back in the small town I was forced to stay in for months, but it now felt like home. This little white house adorned with roses felt like safety and love. And I became accustomed to the smiles that so easily found its place on the lips of others; the sweetness still annoyed me at times, but I also felt a tad bit fond of it.

It was terrible!

It wasn't easy settling down again. When we came back to town, we discovered that everyone had holed up inside of the boarded up diner, terrified for their lives after the events that occurred at the house I stayed in. People were so mortified, and we had Liam pretend to be a member of the government, explaining that I was previously in the witness protection program but was now free. The threat that had been following me was taken care of. And everyone accepted it as the truth, never thinking that anyone in this town would dare to tell a lie.

People were still slow with getting back to normal, still a little wary around me at first, but the small town became something friendly and just as inviting as ever within the course of a few months. Stores and food places opened up again, and Harry was more than happy to be back working in the flower shop. The townspeople were also thrilled to have him back. He truly was admired by everyone.

I set the food I bought down onto the table, taking the containers out and getting them ready for Harry and I. I ordered extra fruit for him, like I knew he enjoyed.

After we arrived back in town, I told Harry everything. I filled him in on every single detail, and it was so much for him to hear. He was upset at the news of Zander's passing, accepting his apology as I knew he would, but he assured me that his acceptance didn't mean he excused what the man did to him. Still, he lit a candle for the man and tried to honour him in the smallest way. He understood that I didn't want to participate in the act, and I understood that it was something Harry felt he had to do.

I told him about my mother and what really happened to her. Harry held me that night, just whispering words of encouragement and love. I felt warm and protected in his arms. His presence alone made everything a little better; a little easier.

Harry also made the decision not to tell Joan about the truth of her husband's death. He had already forgiven the man who killed his parents, and he wanted Joan to live out her life in peace. If she wasn't involved and had no knowledge of the wicked deeds of the man she loved, he didn't want to bring her down that way.

As soon as I placed the containers of food onto the coffee table, I walked upstairs to the spare room we turned into a tiny office and knocked gently. Harry offered a small response, and I cracked the door opened to see Harry shutting his laptop.