Ultraviolence

Epilogue

Well...this is the end, I guess. You're probably sick of hearing this but yes, Spencer and Harry did live happily ever after. They say that fairytales aren't real and that might be true but in my life, I think I lived a fairytale. I was lonely and messed up and then I started over, found my Prince Charming, traveled the world with him (just like he promised), got married in London and moved to New York with him and had five kids and lived happily ever after. I became a writer and he became a successful businessman and we followed our dreams.

I think the funniest part about it, though, is that when you're sitting on a couch in your backyard-apartment with the love of your life, you don't really think that everything that you dream of will happen. You hope it does, of course, but you don't expect it to. And then, once you have everything that you've ever dreamed of with the person of your dreams, you find new dreams like hoping that your thirteen year old daughter will fall in love and get married and find someone who treats her like your husband treats you (if he's a good husband, of course. and mine? oh, he's the best.) And when that comes true, and all of your kids are grown and have moved out and have their own families, all you dream about is that you never have to live a second without the person sitting in the chair next to you. I know because I've experienced it.

And I just want to say this to you, the person reading this right now:

If you ever feel like the world has come crashing down on you and you've completely shattered and you can never be mended again, you should know that you can be fixed. It gets better. It takes time but it gets so much better. And all it takes is one person. Just one person to put you back together after you've been pulverized into a countless amount of pieces. One person. And guess what? You're going to find that person. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you will, one day, find that person.

Oh, and in case you were wondering... I haven't picked up one concentration pill since my last overdose when I was seventeen. I haven't seen or heard from or about Noah Campbell since that day at the hospital when Harry told me that he had been arrested and put in jail. So trust me when I say, it gets better. All you need is that one person to mend you back together, so start looking. After all, I found mine.

Love always,
Elizabeth S. Styles, author of "Ultraviolence"