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Epilogue

He sits on the edge of his bed, reminiscing the memories of her. Remembering the last image he has of her. Lying in his arms, taking her last breath. He stares at the blank screen on the TV. Forgetting everything but her.

The little one plays with her dolls, waiting for her mum to come home from her trip. Waiting to tell her about her new dolls she got and about how well Tuni has been. She glances at the door every few minutes, expecting her to come through the door and pick her up. Little does she know, she's not coming home.

In the kitchen, the blond one stares at his plate of food, not wanting to eat it because it reminds him of her too much. The memories flood his mind as he looks at the nandos in front of him. Beside him is the same meal she always got every time. A hot butterfly burger with garlic bread and creamy mash. He knew it was her favourite.

In the next bedroom, the curly haired boy lays on the bed with tears running down his tear-stained cheeks. He holds a dear picture frame to his chest with the only picture he has with her. He felt bad for ruining things. He felt guilty for everything he's done with her. But then again, he doesn't regret ever kissing her. He has the memory of the first time he kissed her, the taste of her lips. The feeling of her kissing him back. He hasn't been the same since she's been gone.

The oldest one is out at a bar, taking shot after shot and flirting with girl after girl. Not caring about anything or anyone. His girlfriend broke up with him after he became so distant. She couldn't handle it anymore. He does the only thing to keep all the pain away.

The last one is out at his girlfriends house. Spending as much time with her as possible. Keeping both their minds off of her. The two of them cry sometimes and share memories of her. He tries to stay strong for Perrie but it's hard when all you knew was Perrie and her. Now it's just Perrie.

Her best friend sits in the room that use to be hers. Everything has stayed the same. Her bed is made, picture frames adjusted so she could see them from the bed, the closet door closed because she hated them open at night. She sheds a few tears when she sees the hole in the wall from them two pretending to be ninjas. The stain on the carpet from when they would paint each others nails. She picks up a picture frame with the two of them in it and stares at it as her tears fall onto it.

Her brother sits at home with the tele on but doesn't pay any attention to it. He blames himself for the problems they had. He remembers the times they've had together. From teaching her how to ride a bike, to helping her with Kallista. Every single moment he savors in his memory. But that's the thing that kills him most. It's all just one big memory.

Her mum lays on her bed, crying until there's no tears left. Her only child left comes in to force her to eat. She doesn't think it's worth it anymore. He's the only thing that keeps her going. If it weren't for him, she would give up.

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"Are you ready?" He asks, smiling at his little girl.

Tears brim at his eyes seeing how beautiful she looks today.

"Yea. Dad. Please stop crying. You're gonna make me cry and then I'm gonna a mess up my makeup." She laughs, half jokingly.

He smiles down at her and nods, wiping his eyes.

"Sorry. You just look so beautiful. You definitely get your looks from your mum." He smiles but her smile faulters. She looks at the ground, tightening her grip on her bouquet.

He frowns with her, knowing he shouldn't have said that. He should have waited until later to bring her up.

"C'mon. I think I hear the music." He smiles at his beautiful daughter that looks almost identical to her mother.