The end, guys. It's finally here. I think I'm tearing up. *sniffles* I feel so happy and upset at the same time, like one of those things you shake and everything mixes together until you can't tell what's what. Lol. But I'm seriously gonna miss you guys! But we still have the epilogue, thank god. Otherwise I think I would start bawling. And I have so much to put into the epilogue... You would not believe. Possibly the longest chapter in the story. Look forward to it! Onto the (final) chapter!

Ian picked her up dressed in a pair of slacks, a black jacket, a white dress shirt, and a green tie. He had played with the sleeves of his shirt while he had waited for her to open the door to her apartment. He held a single white rose, which he thought seemed appropriate. Not too much, not too little. He couldn't mess this up. He refused to mess this up. Ian was incredibly nervous, and his hands were shaking horribly. He didn't want to show how nervous he was around Amy, of course, so he got it out before.

Amy wore a dress, as he had instructed over the phone when they had planned the date. It was a jade green dress, and she looked like a nature goddess. Without all the flowers. Ian personally believed that there was such a thing as too many flowers. Allergies, remember? The dress suited her really, really well. Her auburn hair was down, and she wore no makeup. Ian was happy for that fact. Amy always looked beautiful, especially without makeup. But he appreciated the light pink lipstick. Gave him an excuse to look at her lips for extended periods of time. He almost asked Amy to drive, just so he could look at her. But Ian knew that would sound creepy and was simply rude. So, he stole glances at red lights.

He took her to their favorite restaurant: Benny's Pizzeria. It had the world's best pizza, best dessert pizza (it is a real thing, shocker), basically best everything. Except they would never quite get his tea right. But that was okay. It was an Italian pizzeria, not the Queen's Palace. He doubted Buckingham Palace served pizza, anyways. Ian knew that their fancy attire would draw quite a scene, and he knew that it would be a memorable first date, which is exactly why he choose it. What a way to make memories!

Amy had freaked out the second they had gotten there, her shyness taking over every thought in her head. She had even tried to steal his keys and drive home, but he was too fast for her. The perks of being a Lucian, he supposed. Along with all the poisons. They had come in handy on more then one occasion, and would forever.

As expected, everyone stared at them as they ate. Eventually Amy grew comfortable and they had normal, fluid conversations. He gave her the rose, which Amy had tucked into her hair. Ian couldn't stop staring at her. God, she was so perfect. He didn't deserve her.

The date went smoothly and soon they had a second date, then a fourth, then a thirteenth, and then they were living together. Ian had never been that happy. He couldn't remember a time he had been that happy, and neither could Amy. They were perfectly happy.

One day, a question popped out of Ian's mouth. They had been living together for 3 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day. They had been dating for 2 years. The two were reading in their living room. Ian was reminded of that day long ago when they had been snowed in together. Had it really been all that long ago? It felt like just a few days ago, not years. He supposed life flew by when you were with someone you loved.

"Amy?" he asked, looking over the top of his book. Amy met his glance by looking up from her own book.

"Yes?"

"What do you think would've happened if we hadn't objected that day? If I hadn't told you I loved you? Where do you think we would be?" Amy was still, and then found her answer.

"I think that Evan and I would've have married, but divorced, probably messily. You would have dated Maddie, maybe even married her, heartbroken. And I would be impatient from that dream, never knowing who it was. We would probably be a lot more miserable. Roselle might not have waken up. Dan wouldn't be happy, no one would have been truly happy. It's strange to think about now, though. Just be glad how things turned out and how happy we are, you know? It keeps you happy, and you just enjoy life. Doesn't hurt that you're with me, just the thought of you makes me happy, you know?" Amy answered, and Ian felt a surge of pride and happiness in him. It made him more reassured about what he was about to do.

He smiled. "Thanks, just curious. Just curious."

Later that night, Ian found Amy's favorite book and taped something inside. It was done in such a way that you could see a bump from the outside, but didn't know what it was. It was also taped so the page wouldn't be ruined. He had been incredibly meticulous about it, because he knew exactly how she would react if he ripped the page. Ian would be dead, no matter what was taped to it.

Just before they got changed into their pajama's and ready for bed, Ian called Amy to the backyard, excitement building in his system. Could he do this? He had to. He must. Ian wanted to.

"Yes, Ian?" Amy answered patiently, standing on the patio. He bent down on one knee and handed her the book. She took it, confused. Her fingers brushed the pages, not opening it. Ian cursed in his head when she didn't it. "Ian, this is my copy of Romeo and Juliet. Why do you have?" She was clearly puzzled, and that just put Ian's nerves into more of a frenzy. He was so excited.

"Open it!" he urged, smiling. Amy opened the book to her favorite part, the balcony scene. Right where he had taped it.

There, taped on the right-hand page, was a ring. "Oh god," she breathed, eyes wide. Ian plucked the ring from the page and held it between his thumb and index finger, still on one knee. From behind his back, he pulled out a single white rose.

"Will you, Amy Hope Cahill, marry me?" Ian proposed. And all Amy could do was nod.

"Yes, yes, of course!" Amy smiled, and Ian kissed her. It was a full moon, and it was something out of a fairy tale. The pale, silver light reflecting off their faces. The ground was covered with dew and a soft mist was at their ankles. Everything was just... Perfect.

Ian didn't remember much of the wedding, except for the wonderful feelings. And the kiss, of course. The kiss. Dan had been his best man, Sinead had been Amy's maid of honor, and Roselle and Maddie had joined Reagan and Madison in the position of bridesmaids. Evan was there, and to say the least, it was awkward. But they got through it.

The day before the wedding, Ian had flown back from England. He had visited Natalie.

He had just talked to her, told her everything that had happened. When Ian visited her grave, he felt more connected to her then simply praying. Like she was there, or just in another country. Like she was still alive.

Ian knew she would be really, really happy for him. She probably would've taken over planning the wedding, but Ian wouldn't have minded. That much. She would have calmed the both of them down right before the wedding, and would've been the first to give him a hug after it was all over. 'Ian,' she would've whispered. 'I hope you guys will be happy together.' And then she would have probably kissed him on the cheek, then wished Amy good luck with him. He smiled slightly at the thought.

Amy and Dan had been the only two who had known about his trip and his reasons. They knew it was a trip he had to take alone, and respected that. He still couldn't believe the amazing friends he had.

Ian felt happy. And from his point of view, things could only get better.

Did I end it well? This is the first story I have ever finished! I'm quite proud of it. Tell me your thoughts in a review, and I'll tell you guys the surprise in the epilogue. A fair trade, no?