the rooftop / g.d

epilogue

two years later and y'all are still giving this book so much love. i had to say thank you somehow so i decided to write a lil something. i haven't written in so long so forgive me if this sucks. thank you so much! i hope you enjoy.

THREE MONTHS LATER

GRAYSON'S POV

I sit in the waiting room of the healthcare service, waiting for Ren to finish her session. I got here with five minutes to spare, thank god.

This isn't Ren's first session but regardless, I don't want her being alone after them. I try my best to be here for her after every weekly session.

I may have to change my availability at work if I ever get a shift that clashes with Ren's sessions. I've been lucky thus far but if comes to it, I'll change it.

I was lucky enough to get my old job back when I walked past the restaurant and saw a HIRING sign on the door. I walked in and found Leighton, asking her flat out if anyone else could do the job better than me.

With a little persuasion, I got my job back. One wrong move and I'm gone though. But I've done a good job so far.

The door finally cracks open and I watch as girls walk out, some meeting with other people in the waiting room, others just walk out of the centre alone. I'd hate for Ren to ever leave this place alone.

I stand up as I watch Ren walk out and I don't miss the way her eyes look for me, making me smile.

Our eyes meet and I see her give me a smile as she walks straight into my arms.

"Hey." She says in my chest.

"Hey idiot." I murmur and she stifles a laugh. I know she loves when I call her that. Just like I love it when she calls me a loser.

We have a way with compliments. We both hate them. But I love my idiot.

She pulls back, pushing my hair out of my face. "You didn't have to wait for me again, you know."

"I know." I give her a reassuring nod and watch as she sighs and shakes her head, but I don't miss the hint of a smile.

"Let's go." She says, grabbing my hand. Our fingers interlock as we walk outside and hail a taxi to get home.

***

REN'S POV

"How was it? The session?" Gray asks as we step into my apartment.

Ah yes, the sessions. My support group.

To say I was terrified to start them was an understatement. The thought of joining a support group has always been at the back of my mind but the push to do it didn't come until Grayson.

Neither of us had mentioned my past since I first told him the day we went to the Empire State Building. But there was a day sometime last month where the topic came up again and I just broke down.

Grayson was the one who suggested a support group or therapy and I could tell he was unsure about mentioning it. I could tell he didn't want to cross any boundaries by bringing it up but he wasn't.

I started the sessions three weeks ago and it's exactly what I needed. I didn't realise how badly I was affected by my past until today where I finally spoke about it.

I guess burying it for so long and ignoring it wasn't the greatest idea. Speaking about it with other people who've experienced the same thing, I felt... free. I didn't feel alone anymore. We're all there for each other.

It's another reason on the long list of why I'm so thankful for Gray. He's the reason I'm doing this, bettering myself and starting the long overdue healing process.