See The Stars [Completed]

Epilogue

One year later 

I sat inside the taxi and told the driver the address while Kristen was on the phone. 

“Hold onto him a little longer, please. He can’t come home just yet.” I pleaded. 

“I am trying. But today he just wants to go home. I guess his heart is telling him that you are coming.” 

“I am in the taxi. Please just don’t let him come home.” I clicked the call off and sighed. It had been a year. A year since I had seen Ronan. A year since our relationship had been confined to FaceTime and text messages only. It was a bit hard, a bit lonely but in the end, it was worth it. I was able to take over my dad's work. I made Dimitri and his friends get thrown behind the bar. Mom had been in rehab ever since but she wasn’t getting any better. She didn’t want to. Tory and I had traveled for six months straight. It was so fun. He had completed his work and I had completed my therapy. 

It had been four months since I last saw Milo or Ducky again. That part of my life was over too. Tory got a scholarship for aerospace engineering in the same college Ronan was. And I also applied to that college too. 

Tory was going to come two days later but I was here to surprise him. I had told him that I didn’t get into this college. He thought I would be going to another state. Poor Ronan. I was such a wicked person. But this increased the fun of the surprise.

I dragged my suitcases towards his apartment. I had the key thanks to Kristen, who had been helping me plan this for days. I unlocked the door and walked inside the wide and neat apartment. The first thing I noticed was the large window in the living room that showcased the view of the city below. Then I noticed my painting hung on the wall next to it, the painting I had painted of him. I smiled as the familiar bell rang around in the empty apartment. Silver walked towards me, probably thinking that Ronan was back. I crouched down and picked the cute flu ball. I hugged him tightly and he thrashed around. I apologized to him and put him down immediately. My phone rang at that second. 

“He is coming back. I can’t stop him anymore.” Kristen yelled into the phone. I laughed. 

“Don’t worry, I am inside the apartment.”

“Thank God. Okay, I need to go back. I have work to do.”

“Bye.” I put the phone away and dragged my suitcases inside the room, out of his sight. I waited until the front door opened. I skidded inside his bedroom, keeping the door ajar. He walked inside and my jaw dropped. He looked fucking hot. He looked like a grown-up now. He was wearing a black turtle neck along with a long trench coat. He had glasses adorning his face as he smiled at Silver and scratched him behind the ears.

It had been so long that I felt like I would burst out crying just by seeing him. He pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and that was when I appeared. 

“Happy Birthday!” I shouted. He jumped and choked on the water. He turned to me and coughed with shock. Yes, today was his birthday. He turned twenty-one today. I was his birthday gift. Kidding. We all had arranged a dinner for him tonight and this was just the appetizers. I was on a mission to make him fall in love with birthdays again.

“Darla,” he bit out in surprise, standing still next to the fridge for a moment like he couldn’t believe that I was real or not.

“Yes, me in the flesh as your birthday gift.” And then he ran towards me. I laughed as he twirled me around. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and kissed me softly.

“Nice to meet you too,” I snuggled into his neck, feeling the familiar scent wrapping around me. He pulled back and looked at me with flushed eyes.

“How are you here? Didn’t you need to go to see that college of yours?” He asked.

“I am here to see that college and one of its students,” I tried giving him the hint of that lie I said. But he just got more confused.

“What?” 

“So I might’ve lied about the college thing.” I sheepishly admitted. 

“That means you're here here.” He raised his brows. I nodded. 

“I am here here.” 

“You’re not going back?” 

“Not again. Never again.” Just as I said it, he kissed me. Deeply. Passionately. Until my body was touching the couch beneath me. He looked up and his glasses fell on my nose. 

“Ouch,” I laughed out loud as he sheepishly threw the glasses away and took off his coat.  

“You, my princess, need to have all the love that I had saved up for you for a year.” 

“I am forever ready for that, my darling.” I cupped his face and he smiled as he kissed me again. I giggled as he prepped kisses down my neck and bit my ear. I grabbed the edge of this shirt and tugged it. He instantly threw it off his head and soon we were stripping each other naked with an urgency. A need. His hands halted around my waist and he looked up at me, serious all of a sudden. 

“Will you marry me?” He mumbled. I pulled away in shock. 

“Right now?” 

“No. Of course not right now. Someday, when we have both grown to be the people we want to be and when our love would get so big that it'd need a new title. That’s when I'll get down on my knee for you. Will you marry me then?” 

“Yes, I’ll marry you then.” I smiled and watched as his eyes turned brighter than before as he put his lips on mine again.

How does one write a story of their life?

With paper and a pen? 

With some ink on the page?

or perhaps our words? 

Our gestures? 

Our dance? Our laughs? Our cries?

Or our eyes? Maybe it is captured by the eyes. 

How they brighten.

How they darken.

How they see everything. 

Yet see nothing past the present.

Each waking day a letter.

Each dying night a full stop. 

Life is a series of novels with every chapter dedicated to someone. 

These eyes, they know. 

They film out a whole movie. 

These eyes, they feel.

They collect all the photographs. 

They love. They hide.

They cry. They lie. 

And someday the epilogue is written, and they die, like you and I.

But this was just the start of my story, written by my eyes. A new book, a new page, a new letter.

And dearest diary, I have never been happier. 

The End.