Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Epilogue

We grew older together, facing our fears and conquering them side by side. I would be lying if I said there were times when I wanted to quit, when it was hard, because it was. It got hard, really hard, but we stuck through it all; because we had eachother.

Without Brad, I don't think I would've made it. He reminded me in my darkest times, not to give up easily. I told him it wasn't easy, giving up, but he made me think of the others around him and how they would feel if I did give up. He was my rock. 

My father was stuck in jail for life; no bail, nothing. There was absolutely no way he could get out, but that didn't stop me from being absolutely frightened to death. I often got nightmares, waking up screaming in the middle of the night to have Brad there, by my side, comforting me. He was always by my side; even when he had nightmares of his own.

Our children; Cara and Spencer, meant the world to us. Cara was a daddy's-little-girl and Spencer was a momma's boy. Cara had curly, chocolate-brown hair and blue eyes while spencer had dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes - both beautiful kids, with beautiful souls. Thankfully, neither of the children inherited Brad's bipolar disorder, although if they had I'm sure it wouldn't have been severe.

Bradley proposed to me when we turned 21. We were back at Rachel's house for Christmas dinner - after we moved to New York - when he got down on one knee at dinner, in front of both our families and my sister and poured his heart out to me.

Of course I said yes.

Our wedding was simple, in the park, with few invites - both our families, our closest friends and a few of Brad's aunts and uncles. But we didn't care whether there were two people or two hundred; we were happy to be together.

As we grew older, and our kids grew older, we watched them thrive into young adults. However, when Cara, our oldest, turned twenty, Brad's bipolar started to become too much for him. His medicine failed to prevent episodes and he began to lash out more often, become angrier. He promised never to hurt me, but there were a couple of episodes where it simply got out of hand. I didn't mind, though; he wasn't himself during these episodes.

One day, however, it was too much to bear. My gorgeous, angel, darling Bradley was gone too soon and worst of all, I was left to continue on without him. I wanted to give up; what was the point of living without him? But he spoke to me in my dreams.

Each night, he encouraged me to keep going. It was hard, so so hard, but I did it; for him. I continued on without my beloved one and it pained me to do so, but I tried my hardest.

Although one day, it became too much for me aswell. I said goodbye to our children, and our grandchildren, although they didn't know that this would be the last time they would see me. They didn't understand that I could not live without hearing his voice, his laugh, seeing his brown eyes, running my hands through his chocolate locks - they simply didn't get it. But I had gone too long without him, and I couldn't continue.

I would like more than anything to say that we grew old together, one of our biggest fears, and made it till the end side by side; like we'd always done. But I can't. Although, I can say that when I joinied Bradley once again, seeing the younger version of him, that my world was now complete.

He took my hand, beckoning me into his arms, welcoming me back to him. We stood together, in eachother's embrace for hours on end; it felt exactly like that night in the hallway, before the dance. We whispered sweet nothings into eachother's ears and it felt exactly as it had before Brad's passing; peaceful, at home. Everything was perfect.

And as we walked together, hand-in-hand, into the abyss, ready to take on the world, the only thought I had was this;

The best feeling in the world is having someone to call Mine.

I will have a cheesy Author's Note updated soon :) but for now enjoy

Emily xx