No Regrets (boyxboy - Bridegroom fanfiction - romance)

Epilogue

When I woke up, Chris was there. He jumped when he saw me awake. He began crying a river. Strangely, I felt great. ‘Cause he was hugging me.

He told me everything. My parents got arrested. I almost died due to a critical wound. Hell, and I even thought I was going to escape successfully! I could have died and left behind a broken-hearted Chris.

I got lucky, I thought. I almost died twice and yet I got to see Chris again. How many had been in that situation?

Maybe one. Some time after that, after I’d been back to normal- quite normal, Chris showed me a movie. It’s Bridegroom. It was a documentary movie about a real couple, with almost the same story as me and Chris. The only difference was, Tom- one of the two main characters, died after he fell from the roof.

I was lucky. I couldn’t imagine how painful it would be for Chris to attend my funeral. Or, should it be like in the movie- and it’s very likely that it would be,- my parents would not let Chris attend the funeral. I would die without people knowing that I’m gay, and I had a partner whom I loved with all my heart.

Chris bawled his eyes out throughout the movie. I cried too.

I really wanted to meet Shane- Tom’s partner. I wanted to share my story with him.

From that moment onwards, things started to go the right way. My mother got out of the jail after a while, just to find me no longer consider her my mom. She cried a lot. But I had to be strict.

Our lives went on.

Then one day Chris died.

I’m not going to make it sad or anything, even though it is. He had cancer. I was with him the whole time.

He died peacefully. At least, that’s what I believed.

We had a great time together. No regrets. I even thought it would be worse shoud I be the one died. Chris would be wrecked.

I’m sad. But I went on living with all my strength. I finished his to-do list. I became a LGBT activist. I thought about him everyday. I even met Shane! I’ve got his number now, and he even considered me his friend.

I chose not to break down. And I would face the future with my head held high.

‘Cause, like in the song The dance:

“Looking back on the memory of

The dance we shared 'neath the stars above

For a moment all the world was right

How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

 

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance…”

I’ve had my dance. My Chris. And that was enough for my entire life.