Mirage [n.h.]

epilogue

5 months later

It's been five months now since Ysabelle left my life. It's also been five months since I fell in love with a ghost. It's also been five months since saw her.

And I still miss her... and love her. Nothing changed.

I'm still staying in this apartment where everything began. My mind suddenly flies back to when Ysabelle's still here. Where I saw Ysabelle's ghost first, how mortified I was when I saw her passed through the door with my own naked eyes, how she said she had mission so she'll go up there with Nicholas, how she helped me solved my father's whatnots, how we fell in love, how we confessed our love and had our first kiss. Last but not the least, how she left me. I don't blame her, I don't blame anyone here. 

I just really don't want her to leave me alone, when we were starting as couple. I just realized we just had a less than week relationship. That's fast and sad,

Anyway, i'm trying to move on with my life but I can't. Even it's already five months, I really can't forget how she'll tease me and laughs uncontrollably when I'm getting pissed off, how she'll blush when i'll compliment her, how she'll cry when problems come.

With that five months, I still have the job in Bank of New York. Sure, they found out that I was arrested because I got sort of involved in my dad's monkey business, but when I told them my side, with the help of Harry as witness and a police officer, they believed and eventually didn't fire me.

Harry now, has his own flat near the bakery he's working. His boss saw his hardwork so he gave my step brother a free flat, rent is free but Harry will pay the bills and such. Regarding his love life, I think he fancies someone on the library across their store. A librarian there who goes by the name Amelia. I met them once when I  passed through their shop during night time, on the way to my flat from a client near their place. I saw them walking hand in hand, maybe going home already. So yeah, there, he introduced me to her and vice versa.

My previous office, JP Morgan Chase, they aren't in bankrupt already. With the big help of Liam, they're back on being one of the biggest companies here in NYC. Him and Danielle are going strong, I can smell a wedding brewing.

Louis and Zayn, on the other hand, according to Harry, was back in the UK. Louis, now just waiting for the confirmation of Doncaster Rovers that he'll be one of the players and has a girlfriend now, named Eleanor Calder. Zayn, now married with a lady goes by the name, (again according to Harry) Perrie Edwards, living a peaceful and happy life in London, He has an art exhibit, coming by the way, and i'm invited.

And there's me, still loveless. Still waiting for that perfect girl.

Anyway, back to reality.

I'm now fixing my tie while facing the mirror, to attend my beloved work again. The usual, my bag is strapped on my body and I put my cellphone in my pocket before opening the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the room across me, opened and lots of boxes inside of it. Someone's a newcomer. I just nod and later when I got home, maybe i'll introduce myself to my new neighbor.

I walk, fixed my eyeglasses and proceed to my car to face another typical day for me.

.....

After work, I immediately went home. I happened to passed by Mr.Davis having a coffee, outside of the building.

"Niall" he says and I wave at him.

"Hi, sir" I retort and he nods.

"Have you seen the new neighbor across you?"

"Umm, I saw the room opened awhile ago with lots of boxes inside, but not the actual person" I retaliated and he sips his coffee.

"Do you know the new neighbor's name?" I ask, so when I asked whoever it is, i'll know if how will I greet  he or she. I'm a friendly neighbor, okay?

"Hmm, let me remember" he says tapping his chin using his left index finger, suddenly in deep thoughts.

"Her name is..."  So, it's a female. He's still trying to process who is that girl.

"Okay, I remember. Her name is Ysabelle, I think?" he stops and I dropped my jaw right there and there. No, there's too many Ysabelle in the world, that couldn't be her. She's gone.

"Oh, I see. Well, i'll see you, landlord. Good night" I wave and greet him before going to my apartment.

I look at the door across me, suddenly becoming paranoid, if that's the Ysabelle I know and love behind that door, who lives across me.

No, Niall. Stop, Okay? There are so many Ysabelle in the world  

I again reminded myself.

I eat dinner, get ready for bed and lay in my bed with just one question replaying nonstop like a broken record in my mind.

Could that be Ysabelle Rivers?

.....

Another day. Another typical day. Another hell of a work.

That same question of mine last night, still bothers the hell out of me.

So, now, i'm again fixing my tie and all, strapped my bag in my body and opened the door to go to work. I was about to lock the door, when the door across me opened. At first, I can't see what the girl looks like because she's fishing something on her shoulder bag.

She's wearing a sunflower sundress  and white flats with sunglasses hanged on her head, like a headband.

When she looks at me, I swear to God, I'm jumping with joy and grinning widely like a child got his christmas present earlier than expected.

She's infront of me.

That smile, that hair, that rosy cheeks, that movement.

I only know one person who behaves like that one.

Ysabelle Rivers, my mirage.

She smiles sweetly at me and i'm stunned on my position.

"Hi, Niall Horan" she waves at me and goes to me and hug me tightly.

I can't respond and hug her back because I still can't believe the love of my life is right infront of me.

When she pulled back, she waves her hand on my face. That brings me back to reality.

"Y-Y-Ysabelle?" I stutter with my eyes going off of the sockets.

She nods and again smiles at me.

"Ysabelle Rivers?" I ask and she just smirks, shakes her head and just walks off to the hallway leaving me glued on my position while she rides the elevator down.

I need to follow her. I have lots of questions. We need to talk.

Ditching today's work wont be bad? I guess?

THE END