Demons x Malum

epilogue •

epilogue •

"okay, tell uncle calum good luck?" whitney turns to the small two year old child in her arms.

"go luck uncle cal." thomas giggles, and nuzzles into his mother. I chuckle, rising my hand for the smaller boy to high five. he gladly does just that with a squeal of excitement, and before I can reply I'm called away.

I hustle over to joey, striding along side of him in complete peace. the roar of the die hard college soccer fans is able to heard from everywhere in the stadium, and my heart thumps along. I'll never get used to the sound; the sound of victory, and success. the sound that shows that people care about something you've worked so hard for.

I listen intently as coach goes over the game plan just seconds before the warm up timer is supposed to go off. this time we roll simple, and are told to not crank out our moves until the very end. the team were playing today isn't that developed, coming from such a small university just south of us.

the game begins, and it feels just like high school. a few of my teammates made it to this level along side myself, and we all seem to be taking the same courses and going for the same goals in life. we all are aspiring to be starting players on the United States soccer team after we graduate. we'll be able to travel, do what we love, and maybe even find someone to call our own along the way.

I sigh, looking up to seats reserved for my family. my dad, my mom, whitney and thomas, and even mali all sit in a row smiling widely at my success while chatting amongst themselves. but my heart pangs at the sight of the usual empty seat beside whitney. even after three years, I'm still in love with michael, or what I still think of him as.

it was hard at first, for I indeed did fall into a state of depression. only crying, and a hollowed out corpse walking the halls. until a month afterward, karen got a call from michael; he didn't tell where he was at, or where he was going, just that he was okay and missed everyone. he needed to find himself without the destruction of everyone else. he only said one thing about me; I hope calum's doing alright, because if he still wants me when I come back, I'm all his.

and from that moment on I took care of myself. I ate healthily, managed a middle between part time soccer player, and family man. I spent some more time with ashton and luke, and quickly found out they had a thing for eachother. they share a dorm just a few doors down from my own, and they're happy together.

I've tried moving on a few times, but each time turned into the previous and I could never make it past anything more than foreplay. michael some how found a way into my brain, and he won't leave. it's both a blessing and a curse, for I have been waiting on a ghost of a boy for three years now. I hope he kept his promise, on watching each game I play, for he is the reason I try so hard. he's the reason I have flourished in the dedicated, hard working, and brilliant player I am today. I hope he sees that I've gotten better, and that I'm stronger now. I'm not the same immature, and insecure eighteen year old anymore.

"you did so good son." my dad praises, pulling my sweaty body against his own. I smile, excited that I could make myself into someone my dad is proud of.

"thanks dad." I grin, turning to talk to whitney, but quirking an eyebrow at her facial expression. her eyes are practically bursting out of their sockets, and her mouth is agape in the most surprised expression. I follow her gaze, slowly spinning on my heel, and matching her expression.