epilogue

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aurora — 3 years later

Life had consisted of numerous, tricky situations throughout my years of college. it was my third year in nyu and the campus had brought me the events of heartbreak, stress, finals, and just the pure experience of adulthood. i would say it has been a learning experience with awfully harsh memories within the years.

ever since the first day i came to new york, i expected the hardships to be part of the time yet i did not foretell is being this difficult. by this i mean, the pretty recent breakup of ethan and i. three months ago consisting of bad arguments and the presence of one another to dwindle over time. it was not healthy anymore nor filled with admiration or having feelings reciprocated. all in all, the spark was not there anymore and because of that we ended it.

it was hard to let go after being with one another almost three years but it was long overdue. however that was still on my mind and the end of another semester coming up in another week due to summer. my life was quite boring and truthfully lonely besides my best friend all of college. she was my roommate and actually turned up a week later then everyone else which caused me to believe i would be alone my whole college years. yet when she showed up i was accompanied with her seriously funny personality and pretty face.

we were mostly inseparable and that was because of the fact that we lived with another. yet there was still always that feeling of when scrolling past a photo of vivian and madeline who went to montclair university.

that was back in jersey and they have been living their life the way i wanted to with them. i haven't spoken to them in person for the past three years. there were some texts, perhaps with a few likes and comments on instagram but that was all.

as for the individuals that were included in this group for jersey, i have also not kept in touch with. jack was away in california while david was in pennsylvania. it's so odd that our worlds were once so close now yet so far away. however that was only a thought in my mind when i used the key to open my dorm door.

when i am let in i am faced with cora on her bed with an angered look as she curses at her computer. "what the fuck! i left you alone for one minute and now the kitchen is on fire. i can't with these fucking sims!" she states angrily and i furrow my eyebrows when shutting the door. a laugh escapes my voice and cora still ignores me.

"i thought you had a paper to write and a class to go to. what are you doing here playing sims?" cora finally looks up to me and shrugs her shoulders then goes back to her screen.

"you may have never heard of her before but she's my other best friend called procrastination." she tells me and i roll my eyes when putting down my bag and going to remove my shoes. i let myself crawl onto my bed and sigh in relief.

"is that a new tattoo?" cora now questions looking at my wrist. i glance at where she stares and notice the piece of art on my body. i've gotten quite addicted to the way the needle has decorated different parts and had them scattered around my body in different spots. i had twenty three of them now and at this point i have had a new one every week.

"yeah i did. i got it last night when you went out with your mystery man." she scoffs now at my very harsh words. i was mostly playing with her but i was confused on why she wouldn't tell me about him.

"why can't you accept that i am very superstitious? didn't you ever have an abuela who yelled at you for everything she was superstitious about?" i laugh now.

"i'm really puerto rican but you're extremely puerto rican, cora. all my abuelas hated my mom so." cora shakes her head while still playing her video game.

"¡ay, dios mío! odio cuando las familias hispanas hacen eso." she remarks and i chuckle agreeing with her comment on hispanic families. "anyways, jaden told me there was a party tonight and we're going." she informs me and i groan from her words.

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