C'est La Vie

Epilogue

Hey guys! I never realised you guys didn't think of the story as over! My bad! To me it seemed to be fine. Then I read it again and I decided to write you this epilogue to give you guys closure. It's simple and I may rewrite it in the future, but for now, I hope this helps clear things up!

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(Seven Years Later)

            “Hey Faye?” Kayla mumbles, poking her head into my room.

I’m getting married to Logan today.

After almost seven glorious years of dating my best friend, we’re finally taking the plunge!

And so much has changed within the past seven years.

Logan is now a big-shot Lawyer. I’m an Editor at a large magazine.

Life’s good.

            “What’s up Kay?” I ask, smoothening down my dress.

            “Ryder wants to see you,” she says.

And then there’s Ryder.

I don’t know where we stand.

Sure he’s the one who pushed me to be with Logan…but there still seems to be something between us.

I try to see as sparingly as I can. I know Logan feels uncomfortable when the two of us are together.

            “Can he come in?” she continues.

I just nod my head.

I take a sip of my water and sit down, waiting for Ryder’s handsome face to pop in.

And it does.

He’s wearing yet another divine tux. He’s aged a little in the past seven years, but he’s still unbelievably handsome.

Life hasn’t changed much for Ryder.

He’s still the rich playboy he always was. He doesn’t work. He sits around his mansion all day, snorting coke, getting high, drinking, smoking…

Nothing’s changed for him.

He never got serious with anyone, and it doesn’t look like he ever will.

            “Hey Faye,” he whispers, walking in.

            “Hey,” I murmur.

            “So…big day,” he says, sitting down opposite me.

I nod my head.

            “Nervous?” he asks.

            “A little,” I whisper.

He smiles.

            “Doesn’t that mean you aren’t ready? Why the rush?” he demands, sighing.

I can’t read Ryder.

I know he still has feelings for me.

A blind man could see that.

I just don’t know how to deal with it.

            “It’s been almost seven years, Ry. I love him,” I say truthfully.

Ryder shakes his head and gets up.

            “Do you have any regrets?” he asks abruptly.

            “About getting married?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

            “About anything. Anything at all! What do you regret?” he demands.