A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with the finale of Our Last Summer!
Yeah, I said that this would be about 12 chapters. But I decided to cut it short because, first of all, it is officially Fall, which means it is actually Our Last Summer, huh? Jokes! And two, I think that it's time to end this story after a good month or two. Plus, I still have to start posting that scary Halloween story, right? Right!
So I am gonna squeeze all the unnecessary stuff I should've done a long time ago, so get ready for this short, but loving and sweet and thrilling, epilogue that will [hopefully] make up for how short it is :)
Do I even have to say thank you to all who reviewed, favorited, and followed this story? I feel like I don't have to. You all know you are the best audience an author can ever ask for. I love you all to pieces, because you guys are the only reason why I write, you know? This is for you guys!
Special thanks to MBAV fan66, who reviewed every chapter as always! Much love, fanfic buddy! Hugs to you! I am so excited to write some more stories, and have you follow me along for the wild ride! And vice versa, too! But you know how much I love you *squeezes you in a tight bear hug*
So with that, enjoy this epilogue, and I love you guys! Hope you had the best summer you can ever have :)
ENJOY!
Our Last Summer: Chapter 10: We'll Always Have Paris
The month ended up blowing by. I cried and cried at Paris, and everyone noticed how puffy my eyes were - ugh, the struggle is absolutely real. Benny and his grandma felt so bad for me, that they tried everything they could to get me better again, but the month of July was a sad one. Sandy had left Paris and went back to New York, and I was stuck in Paris, where I didn't want to be.
So this is what a summer heartbreak feels like, huh?
The month flew by, and we went home. I knew it. I was just so heartbroken, and it totally ruined me. I couldn't focus, I couldn't do anything, I just wanted to curl up in a corner, and just die.
Actually though.
In which I can't tell what crazy plan God had for me, because if He planned all this, goodness gracious, he owes me $100 for tissue boxes and health insurance.
"And that's what happened." I said sadly, eyes wet and puffy as Erica nodded, typing on her phone frantically.
"Huh. Wow. That is actually terrible, I am so sorry." She said, not really paying attention as I narrowed my eyes in frustration, looking at her as if she were crazy. I had just poured an entire story of heartbreak and sorrow, and summer flings, and surprising revelations - like Benny's sexuality, which he had revealed to all his closest friends as soon as we came back - and she just said sorry.
Oh, Erica.
"Well?!" I asked incredulously. She stared at me cluelessly, shrugging. I rolled my eyes, facing the wall in annoyance. "Are you going to help me at all?" Erica stared at me for a good three seconds, before facing her phone again, and clicking a button hard. She grinned, and I growled.
"Dammit, Erica! I actually have a crisis here! I chose you because I didn't want Rory to handle my problems, like he did last time." I protested, shuddering at the thought of Rory giving advice to me...again. Erica just rolled her eyes.
"Quiet, nerd," she hissed. "I'm trying to get tickets." I blinked.
"Tickets?!" I roared. "TICKETS?!" Erica grinned.
"Yeah, tickets. You deaf, Morgan?"
"You are unbelievable, Jones." Ethan sneered. Erica threw her hands up in the air defensively as she smiled at me. I can't believe my eyes; as I am pouring my heart and soul onto my bed so I can curl up in a corner and die, she is buying tickets.
How hard is it not to suffocate someone?
"Got 'em!" She said, squealing. I rolled my eyes in frustration.
"What is that," I sneered. "tickets for a Single Tear concert?" Erica stifled a laugh as she smiled, showing me the screen of her phone.
"No, dork." she said with a laugh. "It's a plane ticket to New York."
I don't actually know if I should've asked Erica how she did it - apparently, it was some connection she had or something - or how much it actually cost...
...But I mean, why bother asking, when you can just suffocate someone with hugs?
"Six minutes to New York! Please fasten your seatbelt; we will be landing in New York City, Manhattan very shortly."
I smiled in my seat as I pressed my bag against my chest. The seatbelt icon flashes a bright green, and I buckle my seatbelt carefully. I smiled as I felt the airplane shake a bit, making the contents in my backpack rumble.
A storm raged outside as I stared at the window. It was raining a lot, and the storm clouds were a dark grey. I frowned; that was way too much rain to call normal, that's for sure...
"There ... sto- rm- c-cra- landing ... please re-remain c-c-c-calm -"
My eyes widened as people around me start screaming and holding onto their children in fear and panic. The airplane pilot started fading into static and buzz as the whole airplane started to rumble. My eyes widened as I whipped my head to the side, staring out the window.
The plane's wing was crumbling as rain splattered against it hard. Sparks flew, and I knew that this plane was going to crash into the depths of the ocean, not too far from Manhattan.
Oh, god, why me?!
I kinda wondered how I didn't see this coming in a vision or something - thanks supernatural bitches that control my visions - but I felt my stomach drop as I desperately reached to get my lifejacket that lady showed us before the flight - it's a damn good thing I paid attention to those demonstrations instead of zoning out like Ii usually do - and buckled myself up.
I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking one thing -
'Dammit, Sandy, you better forgive me now, because I might literally die for you.'
A splash of cold water hit my face as I held my breath...
...then everything went black.
Ethan...
...Ethan?
Ethan, if you don't wake up...
...I-I'm sorry.
Who is talking? Where am I?
The world is blinking black and light, and I can't really make of any sense at the moment. My back is aching, and my lungs feel like they are on fire. They are gasping for air, and I keep trying...trying to -
This is all my fault. If I hadn't overreacted, Ethan; if I hadn't just stormed out in the end, and left you there, crying and being miserable. Goddammit, I think that was the stupidest mistake I ever made, and I was sober too.
I feel...feel warm...I feel tired...
In the midst of the darkness, I saw a tunnel of light at the end of the blackness. I reached out to it - it looked so shiny, so free. I saw angels, birds. I saw clouds and light - should I keep going? Is there a point?
Beep...
Beep...
...Beep...
I-It's going slower, Ethan. Your heart.
So that's my heart.
I'm...dying...?
But...isn't that what I wanted?
Please...stay strong. I know you're heartbroken, and dying seems like one of the only things that will actually save you from your misery, but it won't. Trust me. This is not the end, Ethan Morgan.
...Beep...
...
...
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Beep...
...
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.
It's not too late, Ethan. It's not too late for us. But if...if it is, I want you to know, before you enjoy the heavens or whatever is actually up there, that I am sorry for everything that I ever put you through. I'm sorry for all the heartbreak that you I made you suffer. I should've understood. I should've known you were trying to protect me from the world that you feared. Or at least, that's what Benny told me.
Benny...would he miss me?
Benny misses you so much, Ethan. He's crying in the bathroom, and Rory is right outside, crying too. Did you know that your two best friends are gay? Did you know that they love each other? Ethan. Benny found love. It was right under his nose, he told me.
You helped him so much.
He wants to help you now.
Rory...and...Benny...?
Never mind. I want to live. I want to live to see that wedding.
That blonde girl in the lobby is crying too. She said that it was all her fault. That she should've checked the weather forecast. That Sarah girl you were talking about is there too - she misses you. She says that you were her first crush. Should I be jealous?
No...you don't have to...whoever you are.
I'm dying.
I see you wore the shirt that I spilled coffee on. Heh. I can still see the outline of the brown coffee stain. I am sorry for being clumsy, but to be honest, as I think of it, I think I spilled it on purpose. To see what you'd be like.
I don't regret spilling coffee on you, Ethan. I don't take that back.
I can see the spiralling light as it starts sucking me in.
Should I go?
But if I stay...
...You'll have me, Ethan.
If you stay, I am moving to Whitechapel. I live on my own anyway. My parents don't mind; I can go to college there. I can go with you. We'd be together. And I would do absolutely anything to bring you back into my arms, Ethan. However long it takes.
Because I love you.
And I was wrong.
Because I want you back.
Beep...
Beep...
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E-Ethan? It's Sandy.
Please don't go.
Because if you go...
...I think I'll go too.
...
...
Beeeeeeeep.
I-I see you have chosen, Ethan.
I'm sorry life wasn't good enough that you had to let go.
...
I'm sorry if it was because of me.
The light is right in front of me now.
I'm free.
...
I turn around into the darkness and run towards it.
I don't think I want to let go just yet.
He's dead, Benny. It's my fault. It's all my fault.
I-I'm sorry for being a ditz.
I-I'm sorry for being such a drama queen.
...I want to go too, Benny.
Sandy! Sandy stop it right now. If you dare put that knife anywhere else.
He's gone, because of me, Benny. Kill me now, or let me kill myself.
...S-Sandy.
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..
...
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Sandy, wait.
W-What? Can't find a spell?
Don't go yet, Sandy.
Fine. I'll do it myself.
Sandy!
Stop!
What?!
He's alive.
...
What is she doing? She's bleeding. Someone stop her! SOMEONE!
...
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
...
Beep.
We'll always have Paris, Ethan.
As soon as my eyes flutter open, I am met with a kiss. Those soft, cherry lips that I missed was on mine. That spiky brown hair that once bristled against my pale cheeks was now back, and now I felt her breath against my skin.
"S-Sandy...did...d-did.." I stammer, not because my throat hurts, but because I see a bloody dagger on the floor, and a bandage around her arm. She looked at it, and smiled sullenly, eyes sad.
"I missed my vein." she whispered. "I am so lucky."
"You were going to die, for me?" I whisper.
"Yeah." She said back.
...
"What is that? Abraham Lincoln?" I said with a wide grin.
"No, Shakespeare."
And we laughed,
Because that's how we are.
I think I don't mind summer flings now.
You know what I'm saying?
The End