A/N: Le epilogue. This is it, everyone, it's finally done after two years. A huge thank you to everyone that's stuck with this; you have no idea how much that means to me.

Epilogue

Three months. That's how long it had been since Kyo had woken up and discovered that everything had been a figment of his imagination. Hatori had been giving him anti-depressants to take, but he was still really down. He had to catch up on everything from school, which he managed to do finally, not to mention stop several rumors circulating about his absence.

He had come to terms with the fact that everything was completely fictitious. He could even understand everyone's concern for his well-being. What he was having the most trouble getting, though, is that he had fallen in love with something so unreal that it became perfection to him.

"That's why everything about her was so perfect," he had realized when he began to accept it. "I created her, so I made her everything I could have wanted."

"And why do you think your subconscious created her," Hatori asked while Kyo was at his office.

He thought for a moment. "I guess...I guess that I just wanted someone, to love, and to be loved by."

Hatori nodded. "So are you doing better, Kyo?"

Kyo shrugged. "I'm trying to accept that I fell in love with something unreal; how do you think I'm doing?"

The doctor sighed. "Kyo, I want you to take today and think about it all, okay? The fact that everything seemed so real to you means that there's probably someone out there for you; you just haven't met that person yet. Realize that in order to accept that, you need to move beyond the fantasy world you created."

Kyo nodded, walking out into the summer air. He knew Hatori was probably right, but he just wasn't ready to deal with it yet. A part of him felt like it had died when he'd regained consciousness; a part that he couldn't find right now.

He walked down the sidewalk, staring up at the sky. He wasn't ready to go back to the house, where all their prying eyes would be watching his every move, asking him if he needed anything, when he just wanted to be left alone. Just wanted to get lost in his own thoughts, like he was doing now. So wrapped up, in fact, that he didn't see the person in front of him until they collided.

"Gomen," he said, seeing that he had sent a girl sprawling to the ground, maps, books and papers littering the sidewalk. Bending over, he began to pick them up, his hand suddenly running into hers.

"Thanks," she said in English, before biting her lip. "Um," she said, trying to formulate the Japanese words she needed. "You...know where..." she sighed, giving up. "Do you speak English?"

They were both standing up, holding her things. Kyo looked at her, blinking once. She was around his height, with an average body and tan skin. She had straight, brown hair past the shoulders, tipped in red, and bright green eyes that were rimmed with black eyeliner. Wearing a pair of blue jeans with holes in the knees, a black tank top, and a lot of punk jewelry, Kyo wasn't used to seeing anyone like her.

"Yes, I speak English," he told her, handing her back her things.

"Oh thank God," she cried. "Um, do you happen to know where I could find the Nanaka Theatre? I've been trying to figure it out for hours, and I'm supposed to be there at three..."

"Yeah," Kyo said, pulling one of the maps she had out of her hands. "We're here, so you need to head straight, take a left, then take the second right here, and it'll be a big pavilion dead ahead; you can't miss it."

"Oh thank you so much! Do you happen to have the time?"

"Two thirty-three," he said, glancing at his watch. "You're performing, I take it?"

"Yeah, I told my band mates that I'd be there in half-an-hour, and stupid me thought I could find it and get there before them, when all I did was get myself even more lost!"

Kyo had to smile, something he hadn't done in a while. "Maybe I'll try and get there for that; what time do you start?"

"Three fifteen," she said. "It was nice meeting you..."

"Soma," he said. "Soma Kyo."

"Yes, nice meeting you, Kyo Soma. I'm sorry for being an ignorant American, but please call me Katie; Katie McMullan. Thanks again for the directions; um, maybe I'll see you there!"

Katie quickly walked off after he handed over the rest of her things. Looking over his shoulder, he watched her round the turn. She reminded him of someone, even though that person never really existed.

Getting ready to continue walking, he stopped short. Looking at the ground, he saw a lanyard in front of him. Picking it up, his eyes went a bit wide at the orange cat's-eye bead in the middle, a small black cat on the material around it. Kyo looked back over his shoulder, then in front of him, and back at the bracelet again.

Sliding the bracelet on his wrist, he turned around, walking off in the direction of the pavilion, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

That's it, it is done. No more, finito! THANK GOD! I'll be spending a lot of time on other stuff here, not to mention things on Quizilla, so feel free to check out some better-written pieces of material! It's been fun, but all good things must come to a close. Reviews, please!

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