chapter twenty eight

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carls pov

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its the ten year anniversary

of our breakup.

im out of college now, im a video game designer. im still not over ron.

never have, never will be.

if youre wondering about connor, he ended up being straight and he moved to italy with his now wife.

im alone.

but, that night i decided to go to the bar.

drink the pain away?

(at bar)

i ordered another beer, thats the second one of the night. i didnt know how much beer gets you drunk, but it wasnt this case i still dreamed of ron.

i had to use the bathroom.

i slowly made my way to the bathroom, when i accidentally bumped into someone.

"im so sorry" i said, looking up.

but,

it was the eyes ive always wanted to see again, ron.

"r-ron?" i was stunned.

"holy- oh my god, carl!" ron said giving me a hug.

"i missed you so much" i cried into his shoulder.

"ive missed you more, babyboy" he told me. we were both now in tears.

"lets go home" i said.

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we got into my apartment.

"i cant believe i found you again" ron said, sitting on my couch.

"i have a question."

"ask away, my love" he replied.

"why did you breakup with me?"

his face dropped, "carl. right before when i texted you that.." he started crying. "my brother and mother were killed in a car accident on the highway." he cried.

"oh my god" i was almost speechless.

"yeah. i broke up with you hecause i felt like i didnt deserve anyone. i just sat in the darkness for years. i was too sad and depresssed for you. all i want to do is make you happy." he explained.

"ron, its okay. im here now" i hugged him.

"thats all i want" ron replied.

he leaned in and i felt the lips on mine that i have craved for over ten years. thats my baby.

we kissed passionately.

that's when i knew i was finally happy again.

the end.

(a/n: oh my god its over. i am so proud of this book and it was all possible thanks to you guys for reading, voting, and commeting. this has been an amazing experience. the epilogue will go up soonnn.)

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