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song: wildest dreams - taylor swift❀ ·˚ ༘ ∘

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song: wildest dreams - taylor swift
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Everything was finally okay.

We were okay.

Grayson has kept his promises so far and so have I. We've been making each other better and stronger as we move along. Though time will come when we have issues and arguments, but I know we'll get over it.

If the universe had wanted him to leave, he would have left by now. But here he is, still here and just within an arms length reach.

Everyone will find love, whether it be a few months from now, a few years or maybe even a decade. With eight billion people on this earth, everyone will always find someone.

I've found mine and someday, Esme will find hers. Our future daughter and son will find theirs.

Patience is all it takes.

"How did I get so lucky?" Gray suddenly said, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to look at him, averting my gaze from the stars and instead into his eyes. "How did I?" I echoed back his question and placed a peck on his nose, a smile immediately tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I can't believe after all this time, I fell for the villain." I whispered, thinking back to when I despised him and every fiber of him when he had kidnapped me. But now I love him and every fiber. Forever and always.

"I can't believe after all this time I fell for the goody two shoes." He whispered back. "Hey!" I said a little louder than our usual tone and swatted him on the shoulder. "I love that about you though." He said, quickly trying to recover.

I lie back down and smiled up at the stars. The treehouse was our place, it'll kill me once it one day will have to be taken down. I just hope it'll last. I love staring at the stars with him, I love being with him, knowing everything's okay and theres nothing to worry about fills a hole inside of me.

"You're my home." Gray once said to me. I've never forgotten his words. It's hard to forget any of his words for that matter when he has such a way with them.

He knows everything and anything about me, some I didn't know, and some no one else but him knows. Ex; my past. My parents. Why I am the way I am.

I always thought someone would judge or wouldn't understand if I told them. But he understands me, he doesn't judge. He just gets me. I get him.

I love him, so much. I never thought that I'd be thinking about someone so much. Even in school, when I had a crush, I never thought about him this much. He's always on my mind. What's he thinking? I think.

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