psych ➳ muke

Epilogue

Michael and I spend three consecutive months traveling by bus to see one another. At first, we stick to Flo's - our familiar ground. After a short time, we opt for going on dates.

Coffee shops.

Nature walks.

Sydney Harbour.

And several restaurants.

We made it official within the first week after Michael's release from the hospital. Neither of us could stand another moment without a proper label.

I was the one to ask, telling him that he was my forever and that I loved him madly. Of course, Michael cried and said yes, and I told him he was overdramatic.

Some days, we would visit one another at our respected homes.

At Michael's, we would play video games and watch children's movies on his flat screen television. He always insisted on ordering take out - usually pizza - but I never minded.

At mine, we would lie in my bed under the constellation stars plastered to the ceiling. Our lips always finding one another, sharing kisses throughout the day.

And at night, we would venture into the garden and lay under the real stars. Michael would lay his head on my chest and ask me to tell him stories of the stars - about the constellations. He adored my knowledge of such things, always wanting to know more.

When I turn eighteen, I decide to move out of my mother's house. Wanting to leave behind every negative memory. I rent a small flat in the city, walking distance from Flo's - in which I now work full time.

Within the first month, Michael moves in - carrying along a plethora of belongings. The flat is small, very cozy, and we manage to do just fine.

Of course, things are not always perfect because life is not a fairytale. We don't all get picture perfect romance and happy endings.

In the hospital, I was properly diagnosed and medicated, keeping my mood leveled and maintainable.

Michael, on the other hand, struggles daily. He cannot work, his head filled with disasterous thoughts, but his disability check helps pay the rent.

Somehow, we manage.

We carry on throughout our lives, we make the best out of every situation.

On our first year anniversary, I ask Michael to marry me, to be my forever, whilst we star gaze in the park.

And he cries and says yes one too many times.

We are married in a small church, only a select few people in attendance, on August 20 - the anniversary of the day we first met.

And although life is not perfect and it is surely not a fairytale, Michael is my happy ending.

Michael is my forever.

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Well, that's the end.

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Please keep this in your library, there is still one more chapter and then a final author's note to come!

This next chapter is something I have been waiting to share since before I started this book. Please, stick with me!