Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Epilogue

I sighed, putting my head in my hands. Once again, I had ruined my life. But five years after my first disaster with Brant and Harry made me more mature, and I wasn't going to run away! I had got myself stuck in exactly the same problem as the situation with Harry and Brant - I don't understand how I manage to get myself stuck in these predicaments so easily!

I really should have just given up on the blokes when my relationship with Daniel Hollister went down the drain due to my messing about with Joe Patterson, the American. But no, I moved on, to America and messed it all up there with an American and an Italian. I don't know how I manage it! Then I moved to France, and now I got messed up with a Frenchman and a German. I think I have serious issues!

But I loved France - I was living in the wonderful Paris, the city of love. The Eiffel Tower leered at me from its place in the sky.

"Mama, Mama!" someone shrieked, racing at me. Her blonde hair fell down her back in ringlets, bouncing as she ran. Her face shone with joy and her cheeks were a delicate pink colour. She wore a beautiful rose coloured dress and white sandals on her feet.

"Aurora," I scolded, as she hoped on to the chair beside me. "Stop running about so much - you might hurt yourself!"

"But Pierre said he had a first aid kit with him, so it would be fine if I got a little bruise!" Aurora's accent was a strange one. I think it developed from spending time all over the place. She sounded half-French, but with an English twist to it. I was confused by this, as she had started talking properly during our time in Australia, so I would have figured she would have taken on an Australian or American accent. I would hate to think that Harry had rubbed off on her, when she was just a baby. It would kill me if she started speaking like Harry in a thick English accent. I wanted little Aurora Bethany Wallace to be individual.

I sighed, taking Aurora's tiny hand in my own. "Pierre isn't going to be around anymore, baby," I told her, regretfully. "Mummy's been silly again."

"Not again, Mummy," Aurora sighed, sounding deeply disappointed with me. I didn't say anything, but merely nodded.

"Still up to your same tricks then?" asked a voice nearby that sounded very familiar, though I couldn't quiet put my finger on who it was. The accent was a thick Irish one, and I had met a lot of Irish people in my five years of what my parents called 'globetrotting'. I spun around in my seat to face the person behind the familiar voice.

Stunned, I weakly said to Aurora: "go play with your friends, Aurora. Mummy needs to talk to Brant."

Aurora looked confused, but she shrugged it off and went to play with her friends at the park just twelve feet away. Brant took Aurora's vacated seat.

"She's lucky," he told me, nodding towards my little girl who was sitting on a roundabout, being pushed by two boys, both battling for her attention. "She's gained your beauty. I can hardly see any of Cal in her."

"However, she's got a shitty mother, and it looks like she's going to have the same issue with blokes that I had - have," I corrected, remembering my finished relationship with Pierre.

"Yeah, that is a shame," Brant said.

"How did you find me?" I asked him, looking at him intently.

It took a few minutes for him to reply, and then he told me: "It's taken a while." He paused and said: "I set out after finishing school back in Plymouth. But I couldn't concentrate, and I had no interest in being with the girls there. I knew why I had lost my appetite for meaningless sex - because you were gone, there was no one to almost show off to. I didn't want to be a player - I wanted to settle down and be a family man. I know it sounds weird coming from me, but it's the truth. Harry moved on, of course. He was steadily dating Rebekah again once you left. I think they're quiet well suited to each other. Harry can pussy out while Rebekah makes all the decisions.