Forevermore

Epilogue

A/N: A little treat since it's my birthday and I unfortunately can't hand-deliver cupcakes to each and every you guys. Thanks to all the love you've shown this book. I appreciate it more than you will ever know <3

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Ezra

My eyes are glued to Indigo, tracking every little movement as she walks down the aisle.

She's looking down, lost in her head until she looks up, meeting my eyes. All at once, the tension leaves her body as she gives me a little wave. I nod curtly, my heart pounding at the sight of her.

She's in a baby blue dress that reaches her ankles. Her good riddance necklace rests on her collarbone, as it always does. This girl is a vision. An absolute dream.

It baffles me that she's mine.

She joins the rest of the bridesmaids, standing in front of them as the maid of honor. Her brother Lucas is their father's best man.

After a moment, a child from Carrie's side of the family starts down the aisle, throwing petals onto the floor sort of carelessly. Most of them fall in place, but some fall into crowd members' laps, causing soft chuckles to rise through the outdoor venue. I can only pay attention for so long before I look at Indigo again.

The smile on her face is contagious—like always. Seeing her happy fills me with an indescribable peace. Always has, and I'm sure it always will.

After the flower girl and the ring bearer, the classical music switches to a new song, the piano's volume increasing. It's a sign for everyone to stand, so we all do.

The music is an instrumental rendition of Lana Del Rey's Video Games. Indigo spent the past several months making the perfect playlist for the wedding after Carrie specifically asked her to. She's talked about it endlessly, worried herself sick over it. But she's pleased with it now, so that's what matters.

Carrie, Nicholas's almost-wife, slowly walks down the aisle with her mother.

My eyes drift over to Indigo. She watches them with a wistful sort of look in her eyes. And then she looks up, blinking quickly.

By the time Carrie is at the end of the aisle, Nicholas is swiping at his own tears. "Fuck, baby," he quietly says with a soft laugh. "You're making me cry in front of my brother. This isn't good."

Grinning, Carrie hands the flowers to Indigo before turning back around to hold Nicholas's hands. "Woman up," she says to him with tears forming in her own eyes.

That makes him laugh harder, which has the whole crowd snickering.

I see a glimpse into my future here. One day, I'll be watching Indigo walk down the aisle towards me. Tears will run down my face and we'll joke about it. My friends won't ever let me live it down, but I won't mind.

My life will have obstacles, but it will be peaceful because I have love. Because I have her love and she has mine.

Indigo is crying too. I want to rush over and hold her tightly. I want to make her feel better. When tears on her face, I feel like an actual rabid beast who would set the world on fire to make her feel better. But we've talked about it, and those aren't sad tears. She's cried multiple times about how happy she is to see her dad happy.

Ever since her panic attack nine months ago, she's been a lot more sensitive. Unwilling to hold feelings back—even/especially the good ones. Which I've told her over and over is a good thing. She needs to express it.

Thankfully, she's a good listener.

Indigo looks over at me, wiping tears from her waterline.

She'd woken me up at two in the morning last night, stressing about the possibility of crying.