The Four Lovers.

The Final Chapter ^0^

ERMHAGERD! YOWZA! I MEAN THAT WAS SO UNEXPECTED, IT’S NOT LIKE WE PLANNED THAT AT ALL! *nervous chuckle* Haha sorry this is about to be depressing because I just watched 12 Years a Slave and now I’m in feels mode. *cracks knuckles in preperation* also sorry about the long break, have been going through some stuff..but here it is. THE LAST CHAPTER!

I take in a deep breath as the crisp, cold water comes in contact with my face. I stare at myself in the mirror and examine my reflection. To say I am ugly is a compliment. My eyes are bloodshot from sleep deprivation and from endless crying. My nose is constantly running, and I even look considerably thinner. 

“Maya are you okay?” A voice asks from outside the bathroom. With a breath I take in a sigh and open the door to find a curious Dan. 

“Yeah, was just washing up.” I answer dryly and creep back out into the hallway with slow, long strides. It had been two weeks since Elena told me the news. 

~Two Weeks Earlier~

Before I could take a moment to realize what is happening I find myself sobbing uncontrollably. What would it take for something good to happen in my life? Absolute darkness takes hold of me and I fall to the floor in a heap of depression. My only loving sister, is taken from me along with my unforgiven father. However he was still my only father and was good to me until the divorce. Why would anyone have to suffer this way? It is unfair and unholy for a person to have to go through such pain and depression. No. 

“No.” I let out after taking a breath. 

“No?” Asks Elena. Her voice seems like it is miles away, however her familiar arms find their way around my shoulders. 

“I’m not going to fall into my depression mode.” I decide aloud. Memories of my pain from my parents divorce flooded my mind, which is just too overwhelming. “Not again. Not ever again. I made that promise to myself a long time ago.” With a shaky breath I let another tear fall. “I may cry. I may even sob. But I’m not going to sit around in the darkness and let myself steep in a mess of sorrow.” 

Elena helps me up and I look around to meet Phil’s familiar gaze. His beautiful blue contacts meet my blurry gaze and offer a helpful smile. Damn did that boy know how to smile at the right time. 

Instead of some speech on how no one can escape depression, which is what they were expected to do, which is what some friends do, my special, amazing, and understanding friends all sit me down and treat me like I am completely fine, and I don’t need any special care. That is exactly what I need them to do and they do it, no questions asked, because they are the best friends one could hope for and I am glad to have each of them in my life. 

~Three Weeks Later~

“You are beautiful.” Is what he said. He doesn’t tell me how beautiful my dress is, he doesn’t tell me how stunning the colors look on me, he doesn’t say that I am perfect at choosing the right dress, but he tells me that I am beautiful. 

“You are wonderful at choosing the right words.” I tell him and enter his open arms with a warming smile. My red eyes and runny nose are no longer present, I wiped those away with a defiant smile and with the help of my friends. 

“Are you ready or are you two going to get a room?” Elena asks from the doorway, with Dan’s hand held in hers. I sigh and glance once more in the mirror to confirm that the dress isn’t creased or wrinkled. 

No, it looks fine. I am wearing a very patterned dress. From the neckline to just below my chest, it’s a solid green with a black trim. Then, it is olive green with vertical stripes that ends at my knees. My sleeves are black and reach my elbows. I feel like I am in the old times, because of the vintage style, but I always have an admiration for vintage dresses. Elena is wearing a plain black dress with a fancy blue bow in the middle. This dress hugs her perfectly. Dan and Phil are both wearing nice suits. Dan has his hobbit hair as requested by Elena and I. Phil’s hair is perfect just the way it is, as I assured him multiple times this morning. 

I smile at the mirror to assure myself that I look fine,  and walk out into the temple. Yes, temple. I have been Jewish, ever since I was born, and so had my father and sister. Well, I was half Jewish, considering the fact that my mother was Catholic. When it is my turn to speak, I look at my friends for re-assurance and I went to the podium. It is time. 

“I remember the first time I have been to a funeral. It was at my cousin Shay’s when she died.” With a shaky breath I look back at my audience, or my friends and family. All of them are looking at me expectantly.  My relatives that were very close to my sister, tear up. “This is different.” I say. “This is a circumstance which I can say that I am fine. Now this may be that I am just lying to myself to be happy, but I don’t give a well rounded damn.” This earns a few chuckles. What can I say I’m a crowd pleaser! 

“When I heard the news, one might say I had an immediate reaction. I was on the floor sobbing. This was too much for me to handle, and that was partly because my life was at the point where I was just happy. Now, one might say I’m down at the bottom of the ladder. Yeah, I hit a stumbling block. However, even though I can say that I love my family dearly, I can’t expect the greatest to happen. Now  I have suffered enough. I am done suffering. I am done with having to deal with pain. So to hell with depression. Let’s drain all the bad memories my dad left behind. Let’s drain all the strained arguments shared between my sister and I. Let’s remember the good ones, and say it was worth it yeah?” I say, with tears gathering in my eyes. 

For a moment everyone is silent.

After a moment of silence, my friends all stand up and cheer. Those monkeys. Then people stand up, one by one and cheer and clap. Some are crying, some are smiling and some are jumping up and down. *cough cough, ELENA DAN PHIL cough cough* 

After a night of dancing, crying, dancing, more crying, some inspirational stories and speeches, awesome songs, a little more crying, a lot more of dancing and some family moments, I am on my way home. Phil is sat in the passenger seat, Elena and Dan both in the back, probably making out. 

“I almost cheered in the middle of your speech darling.” Phil says to me with a big smile. I look at him wink and then return my attention to the road. One thing is for certain. I will never forget this night. 

Okay guise, big big BIG news! As some of you already know, Maya and I will be writting the Sequel to this fanfic on her page! So we will be writting that soon! I have loved every part of this fanfic! Thank you for all your support and votes and reads! You guys are truly the best readers ever! I hope we can show some love at Maya's page with the sequel! Okai guise here is the final chapter!!!!! And please enjoy this final one :D

   Oh wait. Did you still want the link to the sequel? Oh right you doo! Hah silly me! Welp here ya go :D Enjoy it :DD :

http://www.wattpad.com/41894318-after-death

Enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!