Bipolar

Epilogue.October Marshall

I lose myself in his grey eyes. The eyes that are now mine. His olive-skin makes them almost shine. Mine. I crease the side of his jaw and he leans into it. A grin flashing and showing his cute dimple on the left side of his lopsided smile. That is also mine. "I love you", I said for the millionth time since the day he decided I was who he loved. I swept his black hair from his face and pecked his lips. To think we had time for this with all of the stuff that was going on! I thought while giggling, causing him to pull away. Rejection took over. But he still had that sheepish grin on.

"What?", I asked, he laughed and touched my nose playfully. What is this man Thinking?

I glared at him and he rolled his eyes.

"You look so disoriented", -he stifled another chuckle- "what are you thinking?" I glowered at him. He then touched the side of my cheek and the anger flushed away quickly "I love you too", who thought I could have all I want and more after this terrible fate?

I've always dreaded my life because of my disorder. I didn't live it to the fullest as normal teenagers do. But the fact that there is such a thing as a word like normal makes me want to laugh. In the past year, I've realized. There's no such thing as a normal person. Rob had told me why Tristion had killed Avik. Because of his need for money. Technically he didn't kill him. Another one of Myra's schemes. The gun wasn't even loaded. And to think that I doubted him for a second!

Nobody has heard from Rex or my Dad. They seem like a faint memory. A dream. Not real. Nothing seems real. Even with all of the murders fadeing, I can't really dissolve the memories into air. Life isn't that merciful. Rob shared out his money from his house that he sold and bought a cottage in the outskirts of Auckland that he and I live in. He still goes to University, but comes home at night. Rawiri visited as much as he could and I did too. Living with bipolar seemed to be easier as I grew to love Robert more, I almost felt ordinary. But there's no such thing. The thought made me burst into a fit of laughter. Myra was sent to death-row soon after being sent to jail. she was due next year on her birthday. I wouldn't come. I can't handle another death.

No. nope. Never.

Never again. No more.

Robert. Seeing that I didn't want to go to her death. Insisted on staying with me.

I agreed. Selfish me, Agreed.

But oh how he made me happy.

I realized that I'm not so bad, after all of these events.

So what? I'm bipolar!

WHO CARES!

I'm who I am. And that's all that counts.

Robert Bolton was mine. And I was his.

The emotion in his eyes was memorizing. I did that! I thought smugly. He slowly let go of my cheek. Leaving it burning where he had touched, he re positioned his arms around my waist, making me shiver slightly; leaning down slowly, he rejoined our lips. And with that. Our new life began.

The end.