Catching Me (Being Edited) ✔

Epilogue

And we are done after this, there will be no sequel or spin offs. Well unless I don't know what to write, but for now there won't be any for the moment. Anyways I hope you like the ending and broken promise will have it's next chapter tomorrow :)

Rosie

xoxo

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Four years later

The fairytales you have as a child never come true, a version maybe close but it will never be perfect there will always be something which isn’t out of place, that makes you cry, makes you sad. As I stare into my dressing table mirror my eyes flicker to the picture in the corner of the mirror. The picture is a boy I use to talk to every day, whether an email, a phone call, a letter, a text message or simply seeing him face to face. The third draw down holds many photos of him. He was the boy who had always been there for me. when I was sad, when I was heartbroken. I remember having an hour conversation with him when I had my first kiss, little to say he wasn’t very happy about it. he was a guy, a straight guy and girl talk was the last thing he wanted to hear. Carter was his name and he is a person I think about every single day.

I run my lip stick, bright red over my lips. I grab mascara followed by eye liner covering my eyes with black make-up. I see a pair of jeans come into focus and I look at my reflection and feel two hands, one on each shoulder touch me. he the leans over to press his lips to my cheek before he whispers.

‘Love you.’ I turn my head and my lips go over his and he responds almost at once. This kiss was meant to be simple but that certainly didn’t stay like that. I stood up and wrap my arms around his neck, which he puts his on my waist. Our kiss builds up in heat and becomes a lot hungrier. Many people would think that this was our first kiss, but I had been kissing this boy for four years. Four years which were happy, free, but ever so much drama dripping from every page of my life. I hadn’t seen him in just over one week. We hadn’t even celebrated our engagement, even though he got down on one knee nearly a month ago. I had the ring on my finger and it was just perfect, it wasn’t huge but I had never been one to buy a huge amount of jewellery, it was still four carrot, and had a princess cut, the diamond had a slight pink tinge to me and although I wouldn’t have chosen the color out of choose, I did adore it with the ring.

I kiss my fiancé another time and he pulls me close to him before he says. ‘So, how has your past week been because it’s been freaking lonely without you.’ I smile by this and go on my tip toes to that my eyes are looking right into his.

‘Boring as hell and my feet really hurt.’ At that moment he lifts me up and I wrap my arms around his neck letting him kiss me again before I say. ‘you know I don’t really like this very much.’ He just stands there, looking down at me and giving me his famous smirk. He puts me on the bed, my feet sinking into the soft bedding, and I rest my hands on his shoulders. he is now looking at me and I lean down and put my lips to his, the light hitting my ring so it reflects of the wall many times.

‘Well you look pretty and you can finally have that party you have been craving.’ He says with a smile and lifts me up before spinning around and placing me on the ground. ‘Scarlett sorry I haven’t exactly been treating you very well but you know I have this thing called college.’ I laugh by this comment and wrap my arms around his neck and then say.

‘ha-ha for you.’ I only lasted a year in college, I wasn’t that I didn’t like it, it was just that I didn’t have time for it. you see I had become president of the Carter foundations for victims and family who have been hit my fires. Kyle had the job, but as he was running his father’s company he found it hard to keep it going and he trusted me with it, because he knew how much Carter meant to me. With this, I had to go around the country talking to people, interviews, photoshoots and going to hospitals.