Chapter 13

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This is it. The final chapter! Thank you all for reading! Check out the music on the side! Like/Comment/Fan! Hope you've all enjoyed reading it! Love you all! -Lauren

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There was nothing but good here. Everything was peaceful and perfect. 

As we sat together on the beach, the sun kissed our cheeks and the water lapped at our toes. 

"This must be what heaven feels like." I turned and nuzzled my nose against his neck. He kissed the side of my face and ran his fingers through my hair. 

"You're what heaven feels like, Rose."

Standing up, I turned around and started running. "Catch me if you can!" He leaped up from the spot of sand on the beach and chased me. 

One second we were on the sandy beaches, the next, we're on the top of a snowy mountain. We were both wearing practically nothing, but the weather did not affect us. I was caught off guard by the beautiful view at the peak. 

Evan ran into me, practically knocking us both off the summit. 

"Wow. Now that's what I'd call a view."

"Want to get a closer look?" I smiled and took his hand. Together we jumped from the peak and landed straight at the base of a waterfall. Evan and I swam over and let the cool water ran against our skin. On the shore of the water, we found ourselves in the middle of a city, completely abandoned. 

"Look!" Taking his hand, we ran toward a familiar sign. "This is the bar where we met!" I squeezed his hand and smiled. "That was the best day of my life."

Together, we turned around and found ourselves standing over two graves in a cemetary. 

"There we are."

"This is too sad to look at, Rose! Let's go somewhere else?" Evan complained as he tugged at my elbow. 

"Why such a rush?" I took his face into my hands and kissed him gentely on the lips.

"We have the rest of infinity to do whatever we want. Why not take a moment to just look back on what we were?"

"Rosemary Johnson. 1990-2013."

"Evan Peters. 1987-2013."

Two birds who dared to break their cages and fly. 

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