Epilogue:
As happy as I was to be leaving home for University, I was also scared, even though I wouldn't admit it aloud. I've never really been on my own before. Usually Harry was with me or Mike but as far as I know, Harry has run off with her girlfriend and Mike was going to the London University for Science.
I, on the other hand, had been offered a place at King's College London. Figuring it would be easier to get my own flat instead of having to pay for the living expenses, I found myself a nice cheap place just outside of the London campus. 110 Wayward Street, practically rundown, it was, but I could afford it.
Life seemed to be good and I knew that I was going places. I had my entire life planned out when I was 16, you know. I was going to graduate with my Masters in Medicine and
change the world. I was going to support a happy family, a wife and a few kids maybe. Things were going to grand, despite how alone I was.
Then I met the most arrogant, self-centered, frustrating, intelligent, fantastic man in the world and my vision for the future was shattered. The strangest things happened when he was around and nothing seemed to make sense until he would explain it. Sometimes, he would get me into major trouble and I thought it would be the end of me, but it all managed to be okay in the end.
I was so alone and I owe him so much.
