Remembering Grey

~ Epilogue ~

1 year later

“Mom, why is packing so hard?” Milo whines as he hauls his last box down the hall. The movers will be here any minute and, although he’s complaining, Milo is done packing unlike me. I still have clothes hanging up in my closet just waiting to be boxed up. So, ditching my plan to pack everything neatly, I start snatching things off of hangers and throwing them into the cardboard box.  At the very back of the closet is a sweater I haven’t seen let alone worn in ages. I laugh a little to myself as I pull it out, this used to be my favorite sweater, I shake my head and start to ball it up when I feel something in the pocket. A picture? I take it out and my eyebrows instantly furrow. It’s a photo of me at Delta in this sweater with some random guy. His arm is draped over my shoulder and we’re smiling like genuine, bright smiles, but there's a dark aura around him and the red eye has tainted the photo, I don’t remember this at all.
“Cy, I don't hear those hangers moving!” my mom yells and I sit the picture down on my nightstand. Untucking the sweater from under my arm and move to throw it into the box when I catch something in my peripheral and my heart stops as it comes into view. Standing in my doorway is the boy from the picture. He’s smiling as he walks toward me then a name I didn’t even know I knew rolls off of my tongue.
“Grey?” He doesn’t speak just raises his transparent hand and touches my cheek and that’s when I start to see them, memories of me and him. They’re full of laughter, despair, death, and love. The memories flip past my eyes like a  viewmaster showing me things I don’t remember and people I never met, at least I thought I hadn’t. I watch as he tells me he loves me before saving Milo’s life then he’s gone, I guess he’d taken these memories with him. I watch his eyes gleam as the memories finish and then he turns and disappears but not before I notice his wings. They are no longer black, they’re white and gold and amazingly large and glowing, I can’t help but smile. He’s an angel.
“You gonna put that in the box?” a voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn to face the man in my room dressed in a dark blue movers uniform.
“What?” I blink quickly wiping away a stray tear.
“The sweater, are you gonna put it in the box?” he chuckles, his light brown eyes full of amusement.
“Oh yeah, sorry about that.” 
“No problem.” He reaches for the dingy thing but his eyes stay on me. He laughs again then looks toward the box tossing the sweater in.
“You know,” he shakes his head, “this job, it stresses me out to no end makes me hostile and rude to everyone.” He looks back up at me, “is it weird that I kind of want to be nice to you?”

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Well that's the end of it guys I sincerely hope you enjoyed it! I'm sad that it's over but I'm also happy that I get to share another story with you guys. The song for this chapter is After Rain by Dermot Kennedy it fits so well with the book in its entirety but the memory scene in this chapter paired with that song hits me right in the feels and I know it will for you too💜
♡Love you all♡

Side note, I wanted to put a face to the mover so my sisters picked someone for me lol.
The mover is casted as
Shia LaBeouf
(with light brown eyes)