repressed love | ben hargreeves

EPILOGUE

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EPILOGUE

The last six years have been a little bit of a blur. Without our powers, all we could do was have a normal life. It was a lot harder than I previously expected—but I managed. Sort of.

I hadn't heard from Ben in a while, he got in trouble somehow after we went our own different ways. He had some "personal" business to take care of, he refused to give me details. As of right now, he's locked up. Apparently he'll be released soon. I took back up a life of writing, my previous novels actually existed in this timeline and I decided to continue it. Writing was therapeutic, powerful. I loved the power that came with words. It somewhat made up for the fact that I no longer had my own powers.

Speaking of powers, some of us had a little bit of a hard time adjusting to a life with no powers. Unfortunately, I was one of those people. Growing up, I could always feel my power. I could never sit still because energy was always moving at a fast pace throughout my body. To sum it up, it literally felt as if my skin was crawling, all the time, 24/7. That's the reason why Lila despised mimicking my power, it felt uncomfortable if you didn't learn how to control it. Not feeling that...was like a part of myself was dead. It was strange. I tried working out more, especially through cardio, to see if it helped. It was a dead end. Even though I am incredibly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, I feel completely and utterly powerless.

My phone started ringing, my fingers pausing from typing out my latest book. Taking a page out of Viktor's book, I was doing a superhero-based book. I wasn't sure how I felt about it yet, but we'll see. Diego's contact lit up my phone screen, clicking the green button as I brought the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Diego," I spoke into the phone with a smile.

"What are your plans next week?" He asked over the phone. His daughter could be heard screaming in the background with Lila.

"Uh, not much. Probably just writing." I replied, getting up to refill my cup of coffee. "Why do you ask?" I knew why he was asking. It was his daughter's birthday next week, her sixth birthday to be exact. Although, they hadn't celebrated it with the family years before.

"Well, Lila and I are throwing a birthday party. I want you to be there."

I took a look at the whiteboard calendar hanging above my desk, noticing how empty the week was. "I'll be there. Send me the address and time."

"Great, I think she'll be excited to see her Aunt." Diego finished, hanging up soon after.

I put my phone down, returning to my chair as I sipped on the slightly lukewarm coffee. I haven't seen my family in six years. We were all off doing our own things, living our lives as normal as we could. It would be strange seeing them, a good strange, but it's what we do best.