Chapter Eleven (End)

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  • Dedicated to The Silent Ones Who Suffer
                                    

It’s been two years since Zoey’s attempted suicide and all the bullshit that went on with our relationship. Thinking back to it all, it really was idiotic. People were so immature back then. But things are different now; things are better.

Zoey’s Dad visited us again, but he’s back in Boston now. Over Christmas, we all went down there. I haven’t been to my parent’s house since the day they flipped out over me dating Zoey. My brother has driven down here three times though. I think he’s moving down here in the fall.

Tony got himself a girlfriend. That girlfriend just happened to be Emma, but surprisingly they’ve lasted for six months. She’s really good for him and he became good for her. Jake started seeing a few people. One of them happened to be a guy, but it only lasted about two weeks. He said it just didn’t work with him. He says he doesn’t need anyone as long as he can mooch off mine and Zoey’s relationship. He’s such an idiot.

But the bigger news is Zoey and I moved in together. We were always staying at each other’s house and even if we got in a fight, we would never leave. We practically lived tougher anyway, so about three months ago we made it official. We bought a small house down by the beach. Its fifteen minutes from our college and only ten minutes from Jake’s house. I stay at Jake’s a lot when Zoey works late or when I need my best friend time, which is only when Zoey has a lot of homework and doesn’t want me bothering her.

The comments about us have died down. We even met another lesbian couple and we double date with them a lot. They’re really nice. We also met a group of friends: Ashton, Stella, and Erin. They travel the world in a van. It’s really cool to hear about their stories.

All in all though, things are good. Really good. Things were rough at start, but I wouldn’t have changed anything because I’ve never been more in love with anyone than I am with Zoey. She’s my calm when everything else is the storm.

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