All Good Things ( Completed )

All Good Things

You know the saying, All good things must come to an end? Yeah, well, if you ask me, that's all total bullshit. There is no such things as love or devotion, so there can be no ' good things' to have to come to an end. It's all a fucking fairytale that people who aren't happy with their lives, tell their children so they can have grandchildren.
You know how every fairytale ends with , " And they all lived Happily Ever After"? That's total crap too. Everyone I've ever known has fallen in and out of love, even me, but they've all had their heart broken. Cheaters, crazy ex's, divorce, breakups, shall I go on?
I believe there are two kinds of people in the world, the hopeless romantics, and the realists. ( a/n: quote from ' Stuck In Love")
Everyone starts out a hopeless romantic at some point, wanting to please your " true love", but those who have a brain, realising that love isn't real, are the ones who end up sleeping around, fucking every this with legs and the ones who don't do relationships.

It's all a big lie during your childhood, love. Phhh, it's like Santa, The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost, all of it.

At least, that's what used to think.

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As I sit on my bedroom floor, smiling to myself like an idiot. I slowly replay the some of the best and worst times of my life.
The day we met,
Flashback:
As I fling my shoulder bag onto my shoulder, I strut through the schools doors on the third last day of college. I look around and see all the cute boys who think they will get another bang, - not a chance- I think to myself. I don't do relationships, it's a one night stand or nothing. Most boys think they'll get lucky and I'll go for seconds, but I never do. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, but I actually do think these boys are fucking sexy.

I walk down the hall towards my first class of the day, acting 101, yeah, I want to be an actor. It's been my dreams since I was a little girl, and I saw Miley Cyrus as Hannah Montana for the very first time. Damn, that girl got hoed up!
I take my seat in the third row, seat 47AB. Oh, I also have a photographic memory, and this has been my seat for 4 and a half years now. I take out my notebook and began scribbling down everything the professor had on the board.
Date: 23rd of March 2017- yep, that surprised you didn't it? (A/n: If your reading this, don't judge me)
Subject: Acting 101
Notes: the art of improvisation is to use your body language for the adv-

I hadn't even finished my sentence when the chair squeaked noisily next to me. Huh, odd, no one ever comes near me, unless they want a hook up.....
I turn my head towards the source of the noise and am shocked to say the least. Standing before me is a living sex God. Messy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, a sexy smirk plastered onto his face. I think I fainted then and there.
He extends a hand, "Hi, I'm Dylan, and you are?"
I leave his hand hanging in the air and just answer with a curt nod of my head and a quick, "April".
He's nodding his head now. I can't stop looking at his jaw lines, and how they clench and unclench whenever he moves.
He turns his piercing gaze towards me and says with a determined look on his face, "April Whatever Your Last Name Is, will you do me the absolute honour of going on a date with me?"
To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. I don't date, love is a myth, it's all a fairytale, a fucking fairytale.
Now, before you judge me, I don't know what possessed me to say what I did, but it must have been his cool gaze fixated on me. But I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Yes."

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Now, when I think about it, if I hadn't of said yes that day, I never would have led the amazing life I have had the opportunity to live.
And that got me thinking towards the first date;
Flashback:
All I see is black. Dylan had picked me up earlier and had insisted that I wear a blindfold so he could surprise me.
"Dylannnnnnn, can I please take this fucking blindfold off?" I whine for about the hundredth time. In this minute.
"Not until we're there A" he had taken to the silly habit of giving me a nickname. And that happens to be the first letter of my first name. He had wanted to call me AJ for April Jackson, but I had slapped him on the shoulder playfully before he decided to go with just A.
"Oh no, not this again." In case you hadn't noticed, nicknames aren't my thing, they are too.....too couple-ee.
"Oh yes, this thing again. I happen to think that A is a very cute name." I felt him let go of my hand, and felt something pole my nose, assuming he had done that I said, "I don't do cute, I do sexy and alluring," all the while edging closer to Dylan and running my hand up, what was assuming his chest.
I heard him gulp and the next thing I know, the blindfold is off and I'm looking at a beautiful garden, with fairy lights hung everywhere, and with a table seated for two in the middle of a grassed off area. Next to the table, was a cart with all kinds of food and drink. Vodka, Champagne, Steak, Potatoes, you name it.
"Wow Dylan, you- you planned this, all of this?" I say while stepping onto the soft- looking, green grass.
He nods his head shyly as a small blush creeps onto his cheeks. I'm about to do something I'll probably regret later, but I just can't help it.
I lean over and kiss his blushing cheeks. This makes him look to me in surprise. -Yeah, he knows my reputation-. Before gently putting an arm around my waist and in return I place me hands around his neck and look into his  blue eyes. Suddenly, I'm being pulled closer to his chest as his lips softly brush against mine. Before I can help myself, I tangle my hands in his hair and tug, earning a low growl form Dylan in return. I kiss him back as the kiss becomes more desperate and needy, he licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gladly allow him and we soon battle for dominate with our tongues, me trying to win, him caressing my tongue with his. This moment could not get any better.
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Life can sometimes give you things that are incredible unexpected. We dated for a solid 14 months, me always reminiscing, before something rather unexpected happened.
Flashback:
Dylan and I are currently just hanging around the local pond, it's exactly 2:46 in the afternoon, and the setting is perfect.
"April, I have something to tell you." Dylan starts, "You know i love you more than anything else in the world, so I'm about to make the greatest decision in the world".
He suddenly gets down on one knee, his pricing blue eyes digging into my dull brown ones. Picking up my hand in the process.
"April Jackson, I love you new than words can describe and no emotions could portrait. It would make me the happiest man alive if you would be mine permanently. Would you do me the absolute honour of being my wife forever and more?"
Everyone people awed around us, I  couldn't speak, I was currently crying a blubbery mess, not tears of sadness though. Tears of joy. I nod my head feebly, not trusting my voice to start making baby sounds the minute I open it.
Dylan stands up and swoops me in a bone crushing hug and I hug him back with as much pressure as I can. Fearing, if I let go, reality would all come crashing down on me and this would all be a dream.
He pulls back, only to take a little black box out of his back pocket and open it, for me to find a silver band with, what must be a 12 carat diamond on top. Dylan slides the ring onto my left hand ring finger and slowly bends his head to kiss my new ring. I examine the ring with much interest, and see, encrusted in the band, is a sentence. A sentence that reads:
Forever and always.
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Everything was going great and my happiness skyrocketed.
Flashback:
I focused on my feet as I put one foot in front of the other.  When I'm sure I'm not going to trip and die, I lift my head to look at my future. There he stood.
Dylan smiled as I walked down the aisle. In that moment I didn't just see perfection standing at the end of the aisle, I saw our future, I saw little feet padding towards Dylan on our hardwood floors in our white picket fence home. I saw him walking our daughter down the aisle as my father is now doing for me. I see everything, and before I know it, my hand is being passed from my fathers to my fiancé's.
Giving me a breathtaking smile, Dylan leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "I love you."
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Our first child was born a year and a half after our marriage.
Flashback:
"You'll be fine! Just breathe! Come on babe, you can do this, just stay calm and breathe." My best friend and my husband told me as I lay on the stuff hospital bed, waiting for a new addition to be added to our family.
Hours passed, those hours were filled with tears and screams, but Dylan never left my side. Not once, not even when I was crushing his hand in mine and I cursed him to hell and back for doing this to me. He never left.
Cries were heard soon after, but they weren't mine.
"It's a boy." The doctor smiled at me as she picked the baby up and wrapped him after cutting the cord.
"Would you like to hold our baby April?" Dylan softly said to me.
Nodding my head, tears of happiness threatened to escape, but I held them back as a small, soft bundle of joy was placed in my arms.
"Ryder."

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I've had an almost perfect life, we had another baby three years later, her name is Sofia. Everything was what I'd always dreamed of, then one day had to come along and ruin it.
Flashback:
I wake up to a light squeeze on my shoulder. I look up to see Dylan, still in a coma. He has been for the past 2 months. We've been married for almost 21 and a half years now. And one fateful day on the ride home from a friends house, changed that.
Dylan was coming home, back to our little flat. And on the way, his car was hit by some drunk driver and his side was smashed in, leaving no room for escape.
I sigh. Only to see the doctor was the one who had squeezed my shoulder awake. MrsLuk. Dante, we must speak with you, without your husbands presence." As if he senses my unwillingness to leave Dylan's side, he reassure me that everything would be fine and he wouldn't wake up when I'm gone l. So I reluctantly left my husbands side and followed the doctor into the hallway.
"I'm terribly sorry, but your husband has been in a coma for too long. Most patients die by now and I'm not so sure he'll make it through the week. That is a scientific fact, Miss. His heart has had trouble and he's not breathing properly. So he has very little chance". I can't even see the doctor anymore because I'm crying that much.
Then the still beeping of the heart machine in Dylan's room, went quiet.
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Hi! It's me Emily. I know, it's kinda sad. But I didn't fill in the whole story..... so yeah. Anyways. What did you think?! Please tell me!
Love you all!
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~Emily