A/N I hate that it's over but I've enjoyed writing this. I can say until I'm blue in the face how much I appreciate you guys reading but you will never fully understand how much I mean it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you for reading Sincerely Kayla
Apov a year later.
I sit on the floor of my semi empty apartment. It's weird to see all your belongings packed into boxes, It's even weirder to know that you won't be taking half of them with you. I guess it's too late for me to turn back now. I've made a decision to go back to Seattle and I'm one hundred percent determined to do just that.
Everyone didn't fully understand why I left after Ashley was no longer a threat and they really didn't understand why I didn't feel safe. I guess that's the main thing people don't get. When I said I didn't feel safe, I didn't mean as if my life was in danger, I meant as if my sanity was. At the time I was just pistol whipped, nearly lost a best friend, seen a women kill herself and I was the cause of it all.
If I would have stayed I know I would have beaten myself up until it would have became too much and I would've wash my hands of it all, yet again. Luckily, Christian understood I needed time to deal with it without paparazzi all over the newly famous Christian Grey girlfriend and by some miracle it worked. My life became somewhat normal again. Kate and Mia were my biggest cheerleaders to "come home" as they put it, but I wouldn't uproot my life right away. In my mind I came back to Savannah simply because I had a life here that I didn't want to abandon because of a man. I love Christian but I genuinely love my job and I wasn't going to just leave in the middle of the year. But now that I've seen some of my best and favorite students graduate, I feel more comfortable in my decision. I've told the principal of my departure, found the perfect replacement and as of ten minutes ago I'm fully packed.
I'm broken from my thoughts by the ringing of My phone and I instantly know that it's most likely Christian.
"Hello"
"Hey, I've tried to face time you." I quietly curse myself for packing My Damn Ipad in one of my many boxes.
"Oh um, I was in the shower." I stumble over my lie and if you're wondering why, that's because he has no idea of my plans.
"Ana, are you okay?" God Damn him for being such a good boyfriend and knowing me so well.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I'm having dinner with my mom tonight and I'm running late."
"Okay. Well, I had something to talk to you about but it can wait."
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah. Everything's perfect. Call me after dinner."
"Okay."
"I love you Ana." I never get tired of him saying those words to me.
"I love you to."
When my phone call is over I call my mom and let her know I should be there shortly. She seems a little weird, but she always seems kind of weird. I guess she finally realizes that I won't be around anymore and she's just getting emotional about it. As I quickly shower and dress, I grow sad as I put on my jewelry. I've been giving a insane amount of bracelet, watches,necklaces etc, but none of it compares to my ring. I know it wasn't a engagement ring, I still held it near and dear. It stood for a commitment Christian was willing to make, and I miss it everyday. As you can probably imagine, I didn't want my old ring back from Ashley since she was wearing it when she...well, you know. Realizing I'm running even later, I grab my keys and head out.
My mother insisted on dinner tonight since my plane leaves early tomorrow morning. Of course I told her about my move and she reacted exactly how I thought she would. She cried, then drank, then congratulated me, then drank. Over all I know she's happy for me. As I pull into the driveway, I have the weirdest feeling in the pit of my gut. I brush it off as anxiety and head into my mother's home completely unaware of what waits on the other side of that door.
Candles twinkle all over the small entry way, giving off an angelic glow to the other wise ordinary home. Dozens of white roses cover every surface and I might be dreaming because I swear lights are hanging from the ceiling. Oh God! Oh God! Oh god! He's here, everything about this screams Christian. I know he's here, I feel the magnetic pull radiating off of me. I walk further into to the house and right in the dinning room is My always surprising, gorgeous, loving boyfriend.
"What...How...I" I fail to string together a full sentence.
"I know what you're thinking, and to answer your question, your mom told me." I roll my eyes for even thinking she could keep a secret. I go to speak and I'm quickly interrupted. "Ana, I have something to say." I nod unable and unwilling to say anything else. "The first time I met you I'll admit it wasn't ideal. But you made me laugh and as time went on I realize how wonderful of a person you were. You have always been strangely important to me and at times I didn't always want to admit why. I haven't always deserved You and I know you might still harbor bad feelings about all of the horrible things I've put you through. I just hope you know that I'm utterly sorry and I will spend the rest of our life making it up to you. So I have asked Ray and Carla, now I'm asking you." as If in slow motion he drops to his knee and pulls out a box. "Anastasia Steele, will You do me the honor of making me the happiest man in this world?" he opens the box and produces a platinum band with a huge solitary diamond that's So stunning in it's simplicity it brings tears to my eye.
"Oh Christian." I sob and blubber, at his kind words and actions.
"I know you miss the old one, but I thought something new was necessary."
"It's beautiful."
"So what do you say freshmen,Will you marry me?"
This is the second time in my life I have been asked this question and how I feel now is completely different from how I felt before. My mind is clouded with memories I have with Christian, both good and bad. Has he caused some of the most devastating moments in my life? Yes. Do I believe he loves me beyond comparison? Of course. What people fail to realize is we know our story isn't perfect. I've made mistakes as well as he made mistakes, but we love each other enough to move past it. He is the love of my life. The road to this moment has been long and heartbreaking at times, But I would walk it all over again to feel as loved and cherished as I do. So as I admire the man before me on one knee, I smile pass the tears running down my face and answer with a simple.
"Yes."
The end.
