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Epilogue

MIRA

*a few months later*

Will has been on a break for so long, and he has been with me the whole time. He has been here for me. When I needed him the most but now, I think I need him more.

We have been going out lately. Walking around my neighborhood, going to movies, to dinner. Something I haven't done in more than six months.

People saw us. People saw me. With him.

I have had social media for a long time and there are always going to be those people that hate on you for no apparent reason. I know that.

I can handle the hate that I'm getting online because I don't know the person. I have never seen their face in my life and their opinion doesn't matter to me.

What kills me, is when people say it to my face. Because I know them. And they know me.

Will had to leave again, for some tv show or something he is a guest on. I promised him I would be fine.

But I decided to go for a walk the other day. We had been walking around and people didn't really care so I didn't think it would be much different if I were alone.

"He's only with you because he feels bad."

"You're guilting him into this relationship, aren't you?"

"How much did you pay him to go out with you?"

"Are you working for him?"

"Why would he choose you?"

"Come on, he can do so much better than that."

I ran home with tears streaming down my face and ran straight to the bathroom.

I reached to the top shelf where I kept my razor, but it wasn't there. I need it, please.

I was found with a note in my hand instead.

Don't.

I went to the bottom drawer where I keep my shaving razors and there were none there either. Just a note.

I love you.

He knew I would look. I sigh and reach for the last place where I know I have one. In my sock drawer, inside the speckled little box.

Call me, please.

How did he know I even had one there? But he knew I would look there last. So I got out my phone and dialed his number.

"Hey baby, what's up?"

"I was looking for my razors today." I sob into the phone.

Immediately, the happy chirp to his voice was gone. "Hey, shh, shh." He coos. "Hey, it's alright."

"It's not." I cry.

"It is, because you didn't cut." He says sweetly. "Do I need to come home?"

Home.

"Will, all I did was go for a walk. I can't do something so simple without the words being thrown at me. People don't say that when you're with me, but as soon as you leave my side-"

"I'm sorry." He says quickly, cutting me off. "Here, I'm in the computer right now, booking you a flight to the studio, okay? I'll get people to pick you up and bring you to where I am."

"William. You don't have to do that." I wipe my tears away, wishing that it was him doing it instead.

"I do. I need to be with you at all times. I need to be there to protect you." I sniffle a laugh. "Do you know why?"

"Why?" I smile sadly.

"Because, I love you." I can hear his smile. "Come on, pack your bags. You'll be on your way to me tonight."

"Thank you." I say and wipe away the last year. "I love you."

"I love you more. Now, I have to go now, but promise me that you will call me before you leave for the airport?"

"I promise."

"Pinky promise?" He asks. I lift my finger in the air, curling it like I would around his little finger.

"Pinky promise."