You'll Play The Romeo, Ill Play The Juilet. (Of Mice & Men)

Epilogue

You’ll Play Romeo, I’ll Play Juliet // Epilogue

    I make my way towards my house before my parents bust me for being home past curfew. I quickly run up to the front door of the house, quickly noticing my mother crying, and my father looking at her with sorrowful eyes. I stop dead in my tracks, noticing their state. I stand there for just a few seconds, peering through the door windows.

“It’s going to be alright,” Dad says with tears forming at the rims of his eyes.

  He picks my mom up as she seems completely broken. He kisses her forehead, his lips lingering on her forehead. I make my way around to the back of the house so I don’t make so much noise. When I get inside the house, I run downstairs to my brother’s room.

“Hey Dan. Do you know what’s up with mom, and dad?” I ask him as he paused the game he is playing.

“No, why is there something wrong?” he asks sitting up from his futon.

“I was just about to walk through the front door and I noticed them both crying, and he told her that everything is going to be okay, and then she started crying even harder, and he carried her upstairs to their bedroom,” I say rushing every word out of my mouth with worry.

“When you were gone the past week to go to the beach with your friends mom was gone a lot with dad, but other than that I don’t know what is going on,” he says as he pushes his hair out of his face, away from his piercing green eyes.

  I say goodnight to him as I make my way back upstairs to my bedroom, noticing my parent’s door is closed, and I hear my mom’s soft sobbing within. I sigh with worry, and make my way into my room, picking up my guitar and playing the soft melodies of Neck Deep, one of my favorite bands.  A few tears escape from the corner of my eyes, afraid of what is to happen.

  In that very moment, I pray with everything I have, hoping everything is going to be okay with my family.

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“Briar! Dan! Can you come down here?” Dad calls from the bottom of the stairs.

  Daniel, and I make our way out of our rooms like nothing bad could happen. We get to the bottom of the stairs, and ask my dad what’s up, and he motions for us to go over to the living room. We sit down, my parents on one side, and us on the other.

“You’re mother, and I need to talk to you about something,” he says finding her hand, and she squeezed his tight.

  They both take a breath of air, and tell both Daniel, and I something we thought would never be said between the four of us. In that moment everything I had prayed for over the course of the week had failed me.

  To think just two minutes ago everything seemed okay, but I knew from this point on, nothing would be the same again.

A/N

  Okay, I’m sorry for the big cliffhanger.  The sequel will not be out until I am finished with my current story, Remembering Sunday. You guys probably aren’t at all going to be expecting what is coming up, and you’re all going to cry your eyes out. Honestly, I’m not too sure what I am going to be doing either actually, but I think this is a good way to end this story. So thank you all so much, and thank you for the many reads, which by the way we are about to hit 20,000 reads. Thank you all oh so much. Stay tuned for information on the sequel. I LOVE YOU ALL MY LITTLE SNOWFLAKES! <3

Chey