Love, Poetry, & Coffee

Epilogue

6 Months Later...

Today is the day, huh? I'm still lying in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. A groan escapes from my mouth as my mind begins to whine about not decorating my ceiling. I should probably buy those glow-in-the-dark stickers later in the supermarket. Speaking of supermarket, I wonder how Sarah and Brie doing. The last time I've gone to the supermarket, Brie had told me that Sarah and her had clicked together and have been dating for like 5 weeks now. A smile forms on my face, knowing that both of them have found happiness to one another.

Speaking of happiness, I should probably get out of bed and check out the bookstore if the novel had arrived. Last night, Dylan had messaged me telling me that the novels have arrived, and they'll begin to sell it first thing in the morning. One of the best reasons for me to get out of bed and run towards the bookstore before the novels sold out.

Pushing myself out of the bed, I begin to stroll to the bathroom to do my usual morning hygiene routine. The whole showering and brushing teeth, those sorts of routine. This might be the first time in months that I feel excited going out. I'm still mourning from Constance's death, but I did promise her that I'll keep on being myself without her. A familiar pang struck me in my chest and I instinctively rub a hand on it. Still hurts, but a promise is a promise, and I will not break a promise that meant so much to both Constance and me.

Once I'm out of the bathroom, I head straight to my wardrobe to pick some clothes. Underwear is a must. I'm not comfortable going commando, and I will not begin to do it right now. I grab a raven-black skinny jeans, but before I could have the jeans on, I make sure to wear a coal-black long sleeves to tuck it inside my jeans. Lastly, I pull out a plain white t-shirt to wear over my long-sleeve shirt. The sleeves of the t-shirt is a bit loose but luckily the long-sleeves under it feels a bit fitted around my arms. Before closing the wardrobe, I grab a pair of eggshell white socks. Again, for the first time in months, I've decided to wear something that requires a little bit of effort. Seriously, this is what happens when I decided to hang out with Spencer, who's a die-hard fan of the fashion industry. It shocked me to learn that from him.

Strolling out of the bedroom, I proceed to crouch down in front of the shoe rack table right beside the front door. I grab a pair of black rubber shoes with gray accent. But before I could walk backwards and on to the couch, an envelope caught my attention. Is it that time of the month? Grabbing the flimsy envelope, I spotted the little Sagittarius constellation scribble on the corner of the envelope. I gently tear the envelope open to see and read the letter from my parents.

Dear Declan,

Your father and I have heard about the new novel. We've already brought a copy once it arrived in our local bookstore. No words can express how proud of us to your progress. I wish I could go there and give you one giant hug with a rain of kisses, sadly you know how it is in the restaurant—it's been busier than ever. Anyway, I know you're also excited about this new novel, and I'm certain Constance will be too. I'm glad you're back on track, Declan. Again, whatever happened wasn't your fault and plus Constance will smack your head if she had found out that you're blaming yourself. As usual, if you want to talk to someone, you know our phone numbers.

Love,
Mom & Dad

A gentle smile tugs on my lips once I've done reading the letter. Even though a smile is present on my face, I feel a single rogue tear fall down on my cheeks. Why must it feel bittersweet reminiscing about the tragic past? I close my eyes for a bit, wishing I could hear her voice telling me to get moving while pushing me right out of the door. A chuckle suddenly escapes my lips, since I know she'll do exactly that. I proceed to wear the sock on my feet before shoving them in the rubber shoes. Tying the lace properly, I let out a sigh as I stare at my front door.