The Odds in Our Favor (WLW)

EPILOGUE

★Kiara★

3 years and 7 months later.

I'm searching through this very overwhelming crowd of people. At this point I'm looking for any familiar face.

We managed to get separated during the ceremony, and now that it's over, it's even worse.

I'm looking for a pink and purple haired goddess, or even just her parents or Quinn. Deven should be around here somewhere as well. Dakota too, but she's likely with other people.

This is so overwhelming. So, so, so, so, so, so, so overwhelming. I didn't even know this many people attended this school, let alone were part of this graduating class.

I'm probably overreacting—seeing it as more than it really is—but that doesn't help.

I refuse to let a panic attack arrive. This would not only be a terrible place to have one, but it would also ruin my night. And this needs to be a good one. It's an important one.

I've graduated. I've now got my bachelors degree as an English major. I switched away from psychology after much persuasion from Lucille, and the suggestion of my now-long-term therapist. I also got my book published. I hired an editor and everything.

Things have been really good for me these past couple of years when it comes to personal goals and milestones, but also my relationships. I've managed to make more friends. Nothing life-long or super deep, but still friends nonetheless. And, Lucille and I have been together for 3 years and 8 months. We'll be in our fourth year in September.

While we've been together consistently, it hasn't been without challenges. We've had a couple big fights. I hardly even remember what they were about, but they sucked. I had to stay at Deven's during one of them. Not a fun time.

We always worked it out though, coming back stronger each time.

I want to marry her—which I know is crazy! But I love her. And I know I want to be with her as long as I live. And I'm nearly a hundred percent sure she feels the same.

These positive thoughts seem to calm me down, though I'm startled when an arm appears around my shoulders.

"Kiara! I've been looking for you!" Deven yells. I should've known it was them.

"Have you seen Lucille?" I ask anxiously, turning to face them.

"Wow. Your best friend is here to congratulate you for graduating, yet you're immediately trying to bail for your girlfriend." They pretend to be offended.

"Deven!"

"Yeah, yeah. I was just with her, actually. Told me to tell you that she's already heading back to the dorm so you wouldn't have to deal with the crowd, so you could find each other easier and so you guys can hurry and pack up your things. She said she texted you." They explain.

"Shit!" I pull out my phone, and see that I did indeed miss a text. I should've just called her in the first place. I am a big idiot sometimes.

We walk briskly to the dorm building, my calves aching. I am very unathletic.

I instinctively make my way up to our precious Dorm 212. It hurts, actually. Some couples get to return to the place where they first met whenever they want, but now that we've graduated and we're moving out of the dorms... We might never come back here.

I pick my feet up though, and go inside.

I'm immediately pulled in for a hug when I open the door, Lucille having practically jumped in my arms. She squeals, "It's finally over! No more classes for life!"