Lost Connection •Gaurance FF•

Epilogue

a/n: Hey!! I was just rereading the finale and thought of another way to end the story!! i thought no one would see it if I changed it in the actual finale chapter so i made an epilogue. anyways, enjoy!!

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It had been five years since Laurance had moved out and he and Garroth had gotten coffee. Inevitably, it was the season of chapped lips, visible breath, hot chocolate, cheesy holiday specials on TV and way too many Frosty the Snowman movie reruns: Winter. Now, Winter wasn't necessarily bad, but every Winter something happened to Laurence. Something monumental. It didn't need to be bad, and it didn't need to be good either. It was just something.

This something hasn't come yet, and it was nearing the end of January, so Laurence was a bit anxious. He was sitting down at his work, bored and restless. Over the past five years, Laurance's aging had caught up with him and he dropped the idea that he could be a comedian and settled for side gigs at a comedy club down an alleyway on Friday and Saturday nights instead. Along with that he had a usual nine-to-five job, and things were pretty steady. Laurance was doing what he loved on the side, all while making an income and good life for himself.

He wasn't married, didn't have kids, or girlfriend, or boyfriend, or anyone really. It was just Laurance, and he was pretty content with that. Laurance didn't feel that anyone needed to fill a gap that he didn't see.

Clearing him from his boredom, the little oven timer on his desk went off, signaling that he could get the hell out of dodge for a thirty-five minute lunch break (thirty-five specifically because every five years you worked there, you got five minutes added from thirty. It was a work thing). Laurance couldn't have gotten out of his seat faster and left the room at a speed that would put light to shame.

Laurance soon sat down in the break room with a frozen tuna sandwich and a bag of crumpled up Sun Chips on the side (and a half full cold coffee cup from this mornings Starbucks). He looked like a third grader with a crappy lunch because his mom didn't know how to cook, when in reality, Laurance was both the crappy cook and the third grader, but that's not important.

He was scrolling through Twitter, laughing at the occasional political memes and cat videos that would pop up on his feed when his phone randomly dinged. Laurance didn't get out-of-the-blue texts often, so his thumb quickly tapped the notification and took him to the iMessage app.

The brunette's pasty blue eyes widened as he read the contact name, and the text under everything previous.

January 25th, 2018

Garroth Ro'Meave: coffee? you and me?