Amnesia • hemmings

epilogue

After Luke died, everything was different.

Since almost everyone knew Luke because of Vivian, a lot of people at school weren't very happy. Vivian missed three weeks of school after he died, and the entire time she laid in bed, clutching his shirt, wearing the ring, sobbing. She wore the ring on her left hand, like a wedding ring, just to remind her, and Liz let her keep a lot of his shirts. Ashton missed school, staying home the first couple days to take care of Vivian. Her parents were worried about her, and her friends came by almost every day to make sure she was okay.

She never was.

Natalie came by every day without fail, staying for an hour after school to spend time with her best friend. She cried, too, knowing how much Vivian loved him.

She couldn't stand hearing his nickname for her. If anyone ever even tried to call her 'Viv', she would break down, sobbing. And if she ever heard his name, she would cry. But, she kept all the pictures they took. A week after they started dating, Luke bought a polaroid camera with money he had been saving, and they took pictures all the time. She hung them up all over her walls, around all of her posters of various artists and bands. She framed one picture of them, her favorite, it was off guard, one that Natalie had taken. Luke and Vivian were laughing at this guy in starbucks, who spilled his drink all over and was yelling, then slipped and fell, and was yelling even more. Luke was wearing one of the shirts Vivian still had, and she was sitting on his lap, his arms around her waist, holding her in place. She kept it on her piano, so that she could always see it, and always be reminded of him.

One day, after graduation, she got an email from a management company.

"Vivian,

We have seen some of your YouTube videos, and noticed you have a couple of original songs on your channel. We watched most of your videos, and all of us here are very impressed with your skills in singing, piano, and guitar. Your original songs have a lot of emotion and meaning to them, it seems like you've lived them, and that's what we're looking for in an artist. We would love for you to come to Los Angeles and speak with us. We will pay you back for the flights, and pay for your hotel. You may bring your family, only up to 4 extra people. Our adress is 3859 Glacier street, you can get a taxi to take you there when you arrive.

We hope to see you soon."

"Natalie. Oh my god, Natalie." She said, hitting her best friend's arm as she stared at the email.

"What?" She looked at the screen, reading the email. "Oh my god, is this real?"

"Of course it's real, it's the same management as The 1975! Natalie! Oh my god!" She yelled.

"Well, go show your parents!" Natalie yelled back, and Vivian jumped up with her laptop, runnnig out of her poster-covered room to show her parents the email from the management company.

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Vivian took Natalie, Ashton, and her parents to Los Angeles with her.

She had a meeting with the head of the management, and the worker who sent the email, and her mum. They decided that, since she was 18, she could move to Los Angeles, and she signed with the label.

Natalie still tried to talk to Vivian every day, but some days she was just too busy, so it was more like every other day.

In Vivian's small apartment, she had posters and pictures everywhere in the house. Pictures of her and Luke, her and Natalie, her and Ashton, all of her friends, her family, but mostly Luke, and posters of all of her favorite artists and bands, all over. In the music room, the living room, her room, the hallways, the kicthen, everywhere.