Innocent - [scomiche]

Epilogue

(I've just noticed i've got a weird obsession with the number 3... -Vicky)

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*3 MONTHS LATER*

"Everything ready?" Scott asked.

"Let me... Yup, everything's okay. Let's go" I said while closing my bag. With a big thump it landed on the floor startling the poor Wyatt who was comfortably laying on top of my desk, observing with his pretty big eyes my movements. I remember the first time he got home, the only thing he did was hide in every corner and wasn't willing to go out of his hiding spot. Only a very patient Scott got him to be more confident and eventually he lost his shyness and was now the master of the house.

I'd call Robert once in a while and tell him how good Wyatt was doing but apart from that we haven't seen each other much, and now i was definitely sure i wouldn't even call him again since i'd be extremely busy with the University. I still couldn't wrap my mind around all of this, the last 3 months had been quite a blur to be honest. A lot of police interrogations, explaining all to family and friends, the constant nightmares but finally everything was coming back to normal.

Just four weeks ago I got my acceptance letter from my local Music university and i couldn't be more happy. I remember calling Scott, 2 am in the morning blasting the news through the phone. He took me to dinner the following night to celebrate, it was magical. During the time i'd be taking classes Scott arranged with Avi a tour around the country. Seems like a lot of people found out about him and suddenly he got plenty of requests to play in some nightclubs and other places. He had specified to Avi to let the two weeks of Christmas and New Year available for him to spend them with me, it was going to be a magical experience.

"I'm going to miss you" Scott said. He was leaning against the door frame, looking at me with proud yet a little bit sad eyes. I smiled at him and went to kiss him, i noticed him sigh against my lips.

"Hey! It's not that i'm not going to see you again or whatever"

"I know, but a month is still a long time" He pouted and my heart melted. He was adorable.

"Let's make a deal. Every night, at ten pm, you call me. I will make sure to be in my room by then with my phone fully charged" I saw a smile creeping through his face.

"Deal, but if you don't answer..."

"You can punish me the following day" I liked my lips in a seductive way and it seemed to work since Scott practically knocked me off my feet when he reached forward to kiss me. He laughed in between our kiss, oh how i love that laugh.

Minutes later i had my bags and other stuff packed on Scott's car. I sat with Wyatt in the front seat, not that i could keep him in my room but i wanted to be with him until the last possible minute. During the drive i started thinking about... Well everything. My friendship with Kirstie, my relationship with Louis, my love for Scott... Each story taught me something, each one had a significant meaning in my life and even though some were a little bit rough i wouldn't change them for anything.

Kirstie's late night talks will surely be something i'll miss but nothing that FaceTime or Skype can't solve. I had made peace with Louis and every misunderstanding was left behind, he moved to Washington to start over and this time make it right, i was extremely happy for him. My relationship with Scott couldn't be stronger, he was there for me through hell and back and that was something i would never forget. He sticked with me when i was at my lowest and helped me shine my brightest. We had our difficulties in the past, when this whole "attack" thing happened but now nothing could bring us apart.

Strangely, one particular memory came to my mind when Scott parked the car in front of the University. It was months ago now and i couldn't believe i still remembered it. I recalled that nightmare i had, the one where Louis was in some sort of balcony. He had warned me about something, told me some things i wasn't willing to believe.
He told me:

"Yes, you'll go through hell and yes, you'll think that everything isn't worth it anymore but trust me, you'll be okay"

I don't know how he knew, how on earth my dream predicted what was going to happen. I've read somewhere that dreams are a mixture of reality and whatever you were thinking before going to sleep. Maybe i was so worried about Louis that my mind created that thought to help me keep going. Dreams are also the deepest manifestations of our thoughts, they can bring to life something that was forgotten or even be the start of something incredible. In my case, it surely did, although i was completely freaked out when i woke up.

Either way, let me tell you something:

I don't believe in coincidences, i think that everything happens for a reason. That somehow everything that occurs it was meant to be, i don't believe in randomness nor casualties. And given my experience let me give you some advice:

"Believe in your dreams"

It's actually hilarious how such a common phrase like this can have so much significance in your life.

"You ready?" Scott asked, and for the millionth time this day i replied with a firm "Yes"