Our Story

Epilogue

The Ghost Of You

Dear Whomever It May Concern,

You don't need to tell me how bad of a person I am. I already know.

What kind of girlfriend is relieved when they find out that the casket is closed? I didn't want to see Jade's body anymore than I already had. Her last second will always be in my head.

I can't imagine a time when I will wake up without that image behind my eyelids.

Then again, I can't imagine a time without her.

Ironically enough, I think she would've loved her funeral. All black-of course. Scissor themed. Her favorite actress was there, but her name was lost in a sea of apologies. See, it's ironic considering I was there and she wasn't. The one person who would've loved it-gone forever.

Her mother was massively apologetic. Her father… Didn't even show. It was sickening.

I wish Cat hadn't gone. I was glad to see she had Sam, even though I couldn't stand to look at the two together. I never could've pictured the redhead that sad. Yet again, another picture I will always have-us, wrapped around each other while we cried our hearts out.

Jade West was Cat's sister. She practically raised the small girl. They grew up together, from right after Jade's hammer loving days to the day when Cat discovered boys, and so on. Heck, when Jade had found out that Cat was put in isolation at the hospital a few months ago, she lost it. She threatened the doctors and it took Cat to calm her down. It only worked because the big red cubes on her hands were actually really squishy and-oddly-reminded Jade of bunnies.

I have always felt I could never once challenge their bond. Yet, I found myself there with Cat more often than not. We were what Jade believed to be all she had. We were her world.

And she was mine.

Jadelyn West was my bully. She's put me in the hospital and scared me more times than not.

Jadelyn West was my protector. She's saved me from the cruel eyes of so many people-including my father.

Jadelyn West was a harsh, honest girl.

She was my harsh, honest girl.

Jade West was my girlfriend and forever the love of my life.

So here's a message to her; I miss you so much. As I've written this down, I've realized just how much of an impact we've had on each other.

This year was the best year of my life.

I can't let you know how much I loved-and hated-writing down your story.

Our Story

Forever, Victoria Vega.

It took a while for the pages to print, but she didn't mind waiting. Two copies, one was for her family. The other, she had mailed to a certain redhead and left her car at the post office. It wasn't a long walk, after all.

Thirty minutes had passed since she paid the post office employee. She found herself looking down at one of the thicker parts of the Los Angeles River. The bridge was standard with very few highlights. Still, Victoria Vega never thought she would be that high up. She looked down at her phone and hit the 'Post' button. Within seconds, her Slap page had a new status.

"I'm Sorry."

She raised a foot to the air and smiled-finally feeling at peace. Tori Vega leaned forward-

"Tori, no!"