Epilogue

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5 years later…


Guadalupe’s POV


I was getting ready to go to work. By work I mean going downstairs to the renovated basement to work on some designs for companies. I graduated from college a few months ago and got my degree in graphic design. 


“Hey Guad” 


“Yea” 


“I'm going to work I'll see you later ok?” 


“Alright drive safe and don't stress too much” 


“I won't, I'll see you later” 


“Bye Sophia” 


“Bye Guad and remember to take your medicine ok?” 


“Yes mom stop worrying” I said slowly smiling


“Oh shut up” she said laughing


We laugh and she leaves for the day. I go to the kitchen and make breakfast I also take my medication. I've been diagnosed with PTSD and it's been a ride of emotions but I'm here. Luckily Sophia volunteered to be “mom” and I'm grateful that she did, she didn't have too but she chose too and I'm very lucky to have a friend like her.


I hate being home alone. I feel like...like I'm being watched and I hate it. I know I sound like a 6-year-old but I hate being alone. Wonder if Monica can come over and wonder if we can call Bailee. It's been a good 6 years since we all hanged together. I miss it honestly. 


I go downstairs and start drawing and blast a few songs here and there just to pass sometime. A few hours pass and I call Monica to see if she wants to come over and chill out for a bit. 


Ring…

Ring…

Ring… 


“Hey its Monica sorry I couldn't pick up.” 


Odd she always picks up. Maybe she's busy. I call Bailee she if she can hang out a bit. 

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…


“Hey its Bailee I'm busy at the moment so if-” I hang up. This is weird but then again she's a mechanic so she could be busy.


I call Sophia cause she's usually on break by now. 

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…


“Hey its Sophia I'm sorry I couldn-” I hang up, what is going on. Usually Monica and Sophia answer. What the hell. I try to calm down and go upstairs to the living room, maybe a small nap would be nice.


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I wake up and grab my phone. I cringe a bit at the intense brightness but get use to it after a bit. 

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