Foreign Love

Epilogue

A special treat for you, you deserved it.

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FIVE YEARS LATER

I am now sitting at a café in Oxford, anxiously planning my first class. I graduated last year and tomorrow I'm gonna start my new job as a teacher at a local school.

Now, you might be wondering, but what about the others?

Well, Mylène has got into Harvard and graduated Political Economy, a course that, personally, would've been the death of me, but she seemed to have enjoyed it a lot. She's working her way to become councillor, with the help of Mayor Janet Carter, my mom. Not only did she manage to win the elections, she was also re-elected.

She's also still dating both Jacques and Antoine and, what's most impressive, is that now they both are fully aware of each other's presence, but they don't mind "sharing" Mylène. It's still, for me at least, weird, but they're making it cool. Plus, Mylène's never been this happy, so I don't see why I should mind her love life.

Mabel and Cheryl are still together as well. Mabel studied Physical Education and Cheryl studied Gastronomy and they started a business together. Oddly, though, they didn't open a restaurant or a gym, as you might think people that graduated either P.E. or Gastronomy would, but instead a bookshop in downtown Toronto. And, from what Mylène told me last time she visited me, - Yeah, there was this time when she travelled to Oxford for academic purposes and used the opportunity to see me - it was going very well.

Apparently, they did some sort of interactive place with technology and VR stuff that's far beyond my knowledge and understanding, but Mabel has always had a hand in that pie, so I believe it wasn't that hard for her to arrange all those things.

Elena is, surprisingly, still with that boy she met at the prom, who proposed to her last summer. She phoned us right after his proposal to tell us the news and showed her engagement ring every single hour for, like, an entire week. And I mean it. They scheduled their marriage for next month and, as I promised the day I left Canada, I'm going.

It will be the first time in two years that I'll go back to Canada and I couldn't be more excited for it. You see, during all these five years that have passed, I only went back five times, all of those for Christmas. My 12.000 word thesis last year consumed all my time and disposition and I almost thought I couldn't make it in time.

Well, continuing: Andrew, as you know, got into Ottawa University and graduated Chemistry last year. Ever since then, he's been visiting me very often. He's trying to get a job in London, so he can come back to the UK and live a merry life away from his ultra-homophobic parents. He still hasn't told them about their sexuality and I don't think he ever will. It's not like he has to, anyway, you only do it you if you want it; straight people don't have to say their sexuality out loud, so why should anybody else, right?

As for his love life, he told me about a couple of guys he met at University, but none of them lasted long enough. Recently he's been telling me a lot of things about this Dutch guy named Vincent he met in Guelph, (what a coincidence, right?) so who knows? He might change London for Amsterdam in his plans and live a gay life there, in every sense of the word.

Nikolai moved to Russia the year after I left Canada and is now living in St. Petersburg with some relatives. He told me that, when his parents found out, his father called their relatives in Moscow to tell them that they shouldn't accept him in their house because he was gay. I was speechless when he told me about this, I couldn't - and still can't - believe a parent would ever try to boycott their son's life, no matter what they are, but I was apparently wrong.