Epilogue
*Mikayla*
It’s been 6 months since Megan’s confession. The only person I’ve told was Jake, and even that was because he forced it out of me. I guess it’s hard to hide the feelings and emotions you get when you find out that your best friend had a play in your families death.
Luckily for me, Jake was my rock, as always. He knew not to push me and he knew not to be distant. He just knew exactly what I needed him to be and I guess that’s why fate pushed us together.
Because Logan was right.
He is the other half of me.
I never did end up moving out of the house.
Jake and I have begun our happily ever after.
This year we started a new tradition, we made our own birthday shoeboxes. We decided to make them on the anniversary of my families death. Mine is already full, I see him writing things constantly and stuffing them in there.
I love that he does it, that he unknowingly brings me part of them, every day.
And I love him.
I more than a lot love him.
With everything I have, all of me, every single part.
I love Jake Andrews, my very own prince.
And I can’t wait to tell our children our own fairytale and happily ever after.
*Logan*
If you knew about my past, you’d understand why I don’t let people get too close to me. The people that are supposed to love you don’t always do that. Sometimes they hurt you, physically and emotionally. Sometimes they just check out completely.
19 years of being alive and I’ve only loved one person, and that’s Dr. Matthews, or my dad as most people would know him. He saved my life, literally.
I’ve only ever been close to loving someone else one other time. Or at least I thought it could be love. But I had to kill that idea real quick, because the thing is, you don’t fall in love with your best friends girl.