A Little Danger Never Hurts

Epilogue

  I'm feeling better ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul but that's the old me
A little wiser now from what you've shown me
Yeah, I feel again
Feel again...  

Eight Years Later

Josie stands in front of the mirror trying her hardest to hold back her tears but I know that in just a few seconds they will be falling down her face freely. She's cries easily, especially when she is happy.

"It's perfect," she mumbles out before going into full on sobs.

I smile at her reaction and nod my head. Her mother stands up and goes over to hug her. They have never had the best relationship but through the years they have gotten better. Macy is standing on the side while wiping some tears away. I pull her into my side and try to comfort her. She's always been the emotional one, alongside Josie.

Josie looks in the mirror and wipes her tears away, glad that she decided to put her makeup on after her dress. We all knew she would cry too hard and ruin her makeup if she did it before. Her dress is mermaid style and clings to her body perfectly. She's the perfect bride and I can feel myself getting teary eyed as I watch my best friend get ready for her wedding.

"Can you believe it is finally happening?" Josie's cousin, Marie, says to me.

I nod my head and smile. We've been counting down the days since he popped the question and now the day is finally here. My plume colored bridesmaid dress flows all the way down to the floor in beautiful waves. It's strapless with a beaded bodice that fits all of the bridesmaids perfectly. We joke and call the dresses the sisterhood of the traveling bridesmaid dress.

My hair is styled in soft curls. After years of having long hair, I cut it to my shoulders about a year ago. I was in need of a change and it felt like it fit better than my long hair. I wear dark make up that pairs perfectly with the color of the dress and my lipstick is a dark plume like the color of the dress.

There is a soft knock on the door and when it opens my heart stops. It's been four years since we broke up but it still feels as fresh as the day he left. The years have done him nothing but good. He's grown more, his jaw sharper and his hair is longer, but I can still see a hint of the teenager that he used to be.

"I'm here to collect the groom's sister," he says.

All eyes turn to me and I quickly stand up to collect my things. I promise Josie to be back in a few minutes to help her with her makeup but she tells me to take my time and to make sure Eric is not completely freaking out.

Josie and Eric found their way back to each other on my twenty-first birthday and they've been together ever since. I had a feeling it was going to happen so I wasn't surprised when Josie told me the next day that they kissed. I was glad they got back together, they both make each other happy and that is the only thing that matters.

I follow Chad out of the room and try my hardest to not act awkward. When we ended, it was something that took me off guard. It was a few weeks after Josie and Eric had gotten back together. I was in my third year of college and I had just gotten my first apartment with Josie. She had transferred to NYU after her first year of college, hating the distance from her friends and not liking her major.

Chad and I had been together for three years when he wanted to call it quits. He was planning on moving to Europe permanently and starting over. He said that it wasn't my fault and that he still loved me but he needed to get away. It hurt, but I loved him enough to know that I had to let him go. I wanted to fight for him and try to make him stay but I knew that he wouldn't.