AN Yes, this is the last part. This good ride has come to an end. R&R! AN

Epilogue…I'm Not Over

"Do you know?
Was it all a joke, never had control,
I'm not better on my own,

I'm not over,
I'm not over you just yet,
Cannot hide it,
You're not that easy to forget,
I'm not over,"

- "I'm Not Over" by Carolina Liar

May 1973

When I got home, my mom was so happy I was back. I had been gone for months. I told her everything of course. She made me get back to my therapy sessions. I helped me get back on track with my life, but it was still a bit scary to see a therapist everyday. Before I went on the trip, my mom only made me go to therapy once. That was one reason I was so eager to split town, my mom was dead convinced I was crazy. It was only because I told her I was going to marry Tatum.

I applied for college and was accepted. This time I figured I would stay in state. I'm planning to go upstate to Los Angeles or Santa Monica – somewhere where the stars live. My classes start in September.

"I can't believe how much things you have managed to drag along, Licia." Lyndsey, my new roommate, said as she dragged in one of suitcases. I had moved up to Santa Monica when I heard that I had gotten into UCSM. I met Lyndsey while in therapy, as odd as it sounds. She was always waiting in the waiting room when I was done. We became talking and now are roommates. Turns out she got into UCSM too.

"I'm going to college; I figured I needed some supplies." I huffed in mock sarcasm. Lyndsey looked pointedly at me, amused.

"We going home for Christmas in a few weeks," she said. "It's not like we'll be gone forever." I struck my tongue out at her. She was like a guy. She only brought two suitcases and no makeup. While I brought about five suitcases and a whole makeup kit.

"I'm gonna go to the store…you need anything?" I asked. Lyndsey pouted.

"You just moved in and you're already ditching me for the supermarket?" pouted Lyndsey.

"Don't you want us to have food?" I smirked sweetly back.

"Fine, go if you must!" she sighed dramatically. Oh, another thing about Lyndsey, she was a total thespian.

"I will." I tease, grabbing my purse and walking out the door.

I took me about thirty minutes to get to the market. The closest thing to our house was a fish market and neither of us ate fish so I had to drive around more looking for a normal food market.

I parked next to a black pickup truck. It was the closest spot I could get. When I walked into the place, a familiar lock of golden hair caught my eyes. I looked in the direction only to see a young boy running by me. I shrugged the feeling off.

I hadn't seen him in years. I couldn't run into him randomly in a supermarket. That stuff only happened in fairytales!

I milled my way down the frozen food isle until I stumbled upon my favorite ice cream. Two hands cupped over my eyes. All I could see in my mind's eye was a wad of golden curls. Hot breath ran along my neck, sending electric sparks down my spine.

"Guess who?" the husky voice whispered into my ear. I took in the boy's scent – ocean water mixed with sand. He must have just come from the beach.

"Dean," I chocked out in amazement. It had been four years, but I remember very little detail of what happened there like it was yesterday. I could tell Dean's hands apart from everyone else's and his husky voice felt like it was uniquely made for me. I placed my hands on top of his, re-introducing myself to every cervix on his hands. He didn't have to tell me it was him. I just knew it – the feeling was deeply lodged into my gut.

He withdrew his hands from my eyes and tangled his fingers with mine.

"I'm not over you," he whispered into the crook of my neck.

AN I ended it with a cliffhanger at least I thought it was a cliffhanger. Review please! I love them! AN