Little Dove (Gene x Reader) | Phoenix Drop High

Epilogue

It feels as though my whole life has been an emotional rollercoaster. It was a constant loop of ups and downs but for the first time in my life, I felt like I had some stability. With the weight of Gene's hand in mine, I was comforted instead of terrified.

I was carrying the bouquet of flowers that Gene and I bought the day before, strolling along the dim stone path with my boyfriend beside me and my mom not far ahead. My mom was also holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms, feet dragging against the path as we got closer to the stones.

My mom stood in front of the two graves, situated side by side, with her bouquet and tissues in hand. Gently, she placed her bouquet down in front of the stone that read '(D/n) (L/n)', her bottom lip quivering as she held her tissues up to her face.

Gene squeezed my hand, pulling me close to him before he kissed the top of my head. Wordlessly, he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward gently. I shakily bent down, placing my brother's favorite flowers on his grave, kissing the palm of my hand before touching it to the stone, wanting to send my love to wherever he may be.

Whenever I stood back up, my mom pulled me toward her, enveloping me in her arms as her tears soaked through my shirt. I wrapped my arms around her in return, familiar warm tears rolling down my own cheeks.

When we parted, I wiped the tears from my cheeks, tilting my head towards the sky to prevent any more from escaping. Taking a deep breath, I looked over at Gene who stood apart from my mom and I. He didn't want to interrupt, especially during a time like this.

I shook my head, a hint of a smile on my face as I grabbed his hand and pulled him next to me. I faced the graves with my mom and boyfriend beside me. "Dad, (B/n)," I said, my voice shaking, "This is Gene. He's one of the best people I've ever met," I glanced over at Gene to see him staring back at me, a soft smile present on his face, "and the love of my life."

•••

I swallowed thickly, my head resting on Gene's shoulder in the back seat at my mom was taking us home. Gene didn't hesitate to kiss the top of my head again, whispering softly, "I love you so much and I'm so proud of you. You're so strong and brave."

I can't help but smile, my head tilting up so I can look at Gene. "I love you too," I whispered back, leaning in to meet his lips in a short kiss. Gene is a bit taken back, but can't help but smile at you, a familiar light pink dusting his cheeks.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes teasingly, resting my head back on his shoulder. Looking in the rearview window, I couldn't help but notice my mom's expression. For the first time in a long time, there was a genuine smile on her face.

•••

Like all of my other books, I want to cry. I always want to cry whenever I finish one because I spill all of my heart into the ending chapters and it's sad to end a book that you spend so much time dreaming about. However, I understand that every book has to come to an end and I hope that this book gives you the happiness that it gives me.

I'm sorry that this book has dragged out for over two years, it was not my intention for that to happen. However, if I had rushed myself I don't think I would have liked the outcome. When it comes to the last chapters, I push myself to make it meaningful to me because if I didn't put my all into it, then I would never be able to separate from it.

Anyway, I hoped you liked the ending and don't be afraid to ask me any questions you have. I may have missed a few conclusions about things because I've been writing this for two years, but I'll try my best to answer any of your questions!

I want to genuinely thank each and every one of you for spending your own time reading my book. It makes me want to cry from joy every time I see one of you vote, comment, or read any of my books. Whenever I started writing I didn't expect to get this far, to write so many books. I honestly didn't know what I was getting myself into. However, this whole experience has made my life turn around. I feel like I have people I can talk to, people that I can connect to, even if you don't know me outside of a screen. So, thank you for giving me a platform.

Thank you for giving up your own time to read something that I, a (now) seventeen year old, wrote whenever she felt like it. Yes, it did take me two years. I went from writing this at fifteen years old to writing this when I'm almost eighteen. There are obvious changes in my writing style, but I want to keep this book as it is. These are almost like a diary for me, pages of my life that I look back and smile at (and sometimes cringe). I hope that even as my life continues on, I can still keep writing and I hope that you, even if you don't read any more of my books, can keep reading and enjoying the things you love.

Thank you so much.

- Author~Chan

01/09/2018 - 04/04/2020