A/N: Ok guys so this is it! This is the final chapter. If you've been through this story with me, I hope you've enjoyed it and cried like me, and I hope you like this ending. Thanks for staying with me through this little journey! It's been totally awesome.

Chapter 25: Chicago

The warm smell of decaffeinated coffee climbed up his nostrils as he took a few sips from his cup. He finished tuning the guitar according to what his fine musician ear suggested him. He nodded slowly to himself. Everything seemed in order.

"Darren, ten minutes for the sound check." One of the members of his staff announced, passing next to him to grab one of the huge speakers from the enormous pile and take it onstage.

Darren leaned back, resting on his chair and slowly cracking his neck. Any other artist would find pretty unfortunate and even shameful that he choose to close up his very top chart famous tour through Unite Kingdom and America with Chicago's House of Blues. But he didn't. Instead, he thought he couldn't have a closure any more perfect. Chicago had an important place in his heart for a lot of reasons.

Darren observed the band settling down at the stage for the sound check. He had to switch their members; not only due personal reasons but because he needed people who could give up the necessary time to go on Tour. It was even a little intimidating at first, because they were extremely professional, and he thought he wasn't good enough to play with them. But eventually, they formed a really good group.

His phone vibrated inside of the back pocket of his jeans. It was a text from this English girl called Kimberly he met a few months ago, while he was initiating his tour in Unite Kingdom; she was wishing good luck on his last concert and apologizing for not being able to be there. She had been flirting with him since weeks ago; and she was really pretty and actually a nice girl. Darren wished he could be interested in her. When one night she made the insinuation to invite him to go to her place, he made up an excuse that was only half true: he came out not long ago of a serious relationship and with a recently born baby, he had other things in his mind and he couldn't let himself get carried away despite how much he liked her. He had to admit he found her a little annoying after a while, but he also knew that it wasn't her fault. After so many months, he should be ready for another relationship.

Darren reread Julia's text message saying she'd attend to the show and that she was excited for it; and he ran a hand through his hair. God, how much he wished Lauren would go. Julia hadn't said anything about it, and he didn't have the dare to ask neither. If he still knew Lauren as he used to (and he strongly believed he did), she probably wouldn't want to go; but maybe her friends insisted so much that she ended up accepting the invitation. He didn't know if that would be good or bad for them; but he didn't care. He only wanted to see her so badly. It had been too long.

He wondered if she would have her hair longer; or the contrary, she cut it a little shorter. If someone else was going around in her head, giving her tickles inside; or she was rejecting that new guy she met in the coffee shop, having the same troubles as him. If she was happy, or she was having problems to sleep, waking up in the middle of the night, wondering if he was awake too. If her fingertips were hurt from biting them in moments of anxiety; or her nail polish was new because she hung out with her friends yesterday. If every time she woke up, she'd roll over to kiss someone else by her side, or she'd sit down alone in her bed rubbing her eyes. The only thought of that spot being taken for someone else made his chest ache in pain. But he knew that was not only possible, but there were high chances of it. They had taken different roads a long time ago. He couldn't expect her not to move on. But maybe… No. He couldn't keep making assumptions. He had to wait and see.

God, how much he wished she would come.

Lauren punched several times that enormous bulge hided between the blankets with her tiny hands.

"It's 12am, wake up, wake up, wake up!" She yelled, with that high pitched tone of voice she knew her friend would find annoying.

"Aughhh." An indescribable screech came from inside the blankets, and a pair of hands appeared from inside to grab a pillow from the mattress and put it over her head.

"You missed breakfast, you can't miss lunch too. I made tacos." Lauren tried to cheer her up, sitting on her own bed, next to the mattress on the floor where a blonde, cranky girl started to show herself among the sheets.

"Did someone call me?" That was the first question Sarah did in that day, as she had been doing for the last two weeks.

Lauren didn't have to be super smart to figure it out. That someone was obviously Joe. They had a terrible fight in which Sarah ended up so disgusted she left the place and was temporarily living with Julia and Lauren. They even offered to her Jaime's room, it was empty now since she moved to Los Angeles with Joey; but she rejected it because she alleged she felt too sad to be alone, so Lauren hosted her in her bedroom. It was obvious the couple hadn't been just messing around, at least not Sarah. She looked deeply affected and she just seemed more disappointed every day he wouldn't call. At first, Lauren and Julia tried to assure her that guys had their stupid pride so he'd take a while to show up again, but he eventually will; but now that seemed sort of difficult and the girls didn't know what to say to her anymore.

"I don't think so, honey, I'm sorry." Lauren replied softly.

Sarah sighed, resigned, as she stood up and walked to the bathroom. Once she was gone, Lauren kept searching in her drawer for a scarf that she borrowed from Julia and she was now asking for; the main reason she came in her room before she got distracted waking up Sarah.

Lauren gasped quietly when she found between her clothes two pieces of clothes she almost forgot about. One of them was Zack's red hoodie and the other one was Darren's blue hoodie. She never returned them because she didn't think it'd be a very courtesy thing to do, and because it was her way to remember them. She didn't wear any of them since their break up though. And as usual, she kept them away in the depth of the drawer again, and continued searching for the scarf.

Once she found it, she walked to the living room and handed it back to Julia, who just got back from the grocery store and was unpacking the shopping.

"Sorry about the lateness." Lauren laughed, but Julia squinted her eyes to her in revenge.

"You know, the guy from the apartment next door keeps asking me about you every time I walk in." Julia commented, as if it was a huge important subject. "You should give him a chance."

Lauren frowned, not convinced at all.

"The guy right here? I don't know, Jules…"

"You don't know him! He is really funny." The girl interrupted, annoyed by her friend's quick judgment.

"Still, I'm not in the mood to go on a date for a while." Lauren shook her head, and Julia looked kind of upset with that answer.

But she changed her expression into a conflicted one to continue. "It's been almost a year, Lo."

Lauren looked away, pretending to be suddenly interested in the TV news. As if she didn't know. She took a moment of thinking before replying.

"Actually, I think I'll call someone today."

"Really?" Julia asked in disbelief.

Lauren grinned slightly. She didn't tell Julia his name because she knew he wouldn't have her approval. She was having a hard time believing that even herself. "Really."

Lauren let out a sigh of relief when she stepped into the coffee shop; there was a cold wind outside that gave her the Goosebumps. She had to search between the tables for a few seconds before recognizing that head she hadn't seen in a long time. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Then she leaved her coat at the back of the chair and asked for the waiter for a cup of tea.

"It's been so long." Lauren commented, melancholically as she made a tilt of her head to observe him better. It wasn't surprising that she almost didn't recognize him, his hair was longer and he even grown a short beard.

"Yeah, I know." Zack replied, scratching the back of his head, nervous. "I hadn't seen you since…" He stopped his words; because the last time they saw each other ended up so terribly they needed hospital intervention.

But Lauren didn't want to remember that, so she added quickly.

"When I called you, the last thing I expected was to hear you were in Chicago, really." She said with a tone of surprise.

"It was a fortunate coincidence, yeah. I'm not even staying for a long time, so it was really weird. I'm just visiting a friend." He answered, shrugging. He looked so nervous that Lauren had to hold a giggle.

"Is that a new car?" Lauren admired through the window of the coffee shop. She didn't spot his old big white car; but she did find some peculiar stickers at the back of a red Ford that seemed too familiar.

Zack's chest finally got bigger, proud of being able to talk about something he was fluent on. "Yeah, it's got only two months, I've been saving money for it for like 8 months so…"

She left him talk. He said he got another job in a car concessionaire; which obviously gave him time to talk about one of the things he loved the most in the world. Besides wet t-shirt contests, if she remembered well; but she was pretty sure getting a job related to that would be sort of difficult. Good for him, she thought. She talked too, despite she didn't really have a lot to talk about with him. She did give him some vague minor information about the shows she was working on with Starkid; but she didn't mention anything about her time in Los Angeles or something. They had a nice chat end they were even able to laugh a little. When Lauren finished her cup of tea, she embraced a serious tone of voice.

"Zack, you know I didn't invite you to get back together or something, do you?"

Unexpectedly, the boy didn't look surprised by this comment. He actually bowed the corner of his lips and his head swayed slightly.

"I knew. But why did you call me though?"

That was a rough question. How could she explain she needed to have her mind in peace?

"I wanted to make sure you're okay. I should've called you after what happened. It's late for that now, but I wanted to check if we can set hand on hand, and be alright with each other. Does that make sense?" Lauren suggested, kind of shy, realizing her words didn't make so much sense as they did in her head.

Zack seemed hopeless. He had a miserable look on her face, like if he still regretted everything as if it had happened yesterday and the guilt was close to the surface.

"I'm sorry, Lauren. I acted like a douche. I still- I'm trying to change. But that cannot undone what I did to you. I screwed it up big time. So, um. I'm sorry, I really am." He emphasized those words, stuttering. He always had troubles to talk, so his words meant twice what they actually said. Lauren appreciated that. Then Zack added, and his tone had an ironic tinge. "This is all too late, right?"

Lauren laughed sadly. "Yeah, it is." More than 365 days late. She took a moment to continue, playing with the tiny sugar packet from the table. She added seriously, "But it's okay. I mean, it's been a long time. We both made mistakes, but it's time to move on."

They couldn't keep taking it so seriously by then. It'd consume them. But neither that meant they could get back together. It was time to grow, but apart. Lauren learnt that in the hardest way.

"I really loved you." Zack confessed with biter.

"I know." Lauren replied softly. "Someone will be lucky to have you, Zack." She added with a grin. Now that he was mature and with an utter change of attitude, plus his usual charms; he could get someone good for him. He just had to get rid off those toxic habits of his.

"And I envy the lucky one that has you." He admired. "I just hope he treats you the way you deserve."

Lauren just smiled in response, flattered. She didn't say she had been actually single for a time longer than anyone would expect. Then she glanced by the window, when it had gotten so dark and late?

"I have to go." She said quickly, standing up and putting on her coat with a brief movement.

"Um. Let me drive you, it's late." Zack suggested, awkwardly standing up too.

"No, no, it's okay." Lauren rejected his offer with a gesture of her hand. "But thanks."

Zack didn't insist this time.

Lauren was surprised when she got into the apartment and Julia was already asleep. The lights were off and the house was silent. She stumbled with a coffee table and a pair of shoes in the way to her dormitory. Remarkably; it wasn't completely obscure. The light of the TV screen was brightening Sarah's face, which was covered in tears. Her sobs were quiet enough to be inaudible, but there were tissues shriveled through the floor. And it wasn't long until she acknowledged Bridget Jone's Diary on the television.

"Oh, honey, what happened?" Lauren asked gently as she approached her friend, turning on the lights.

Sarah aggressively shook her head several times. "Nothing, it's just that I miss him- so much. Oh, Laur, I feel so stupid. It wasn't even a big fight, it was a- dumb fight, and now I think I- screwed it up… forever and…" Her words got interrupted every few seconds with her own moans. She fanned her hand ahead her eyes, trying to stop herself from sobbing.

Lauren didn't say a thing; neither she thought she could though. She didn't know how Sarah and Joe's situation leaded through, but she knew she probably couldn't do anything about it besides wrapping her arm around her shoulders and letting her vent on her shoulder. And that's what she did.

Sarah grabbed a mint tissue and blew her nose one last time before asking.

"Laur, how do you do it?"

Sarah pulled away from her shoulder to be able to look at, what she expected to be an honest life-changing answer. But she just frowned in response, confused.

"How do I do what?"

"Missing him." Sarah explained. "You loved him. I don't know how you stand it. Does the pain ever go away?"

Lauren opened her mouth to talk, but the words didn't flow easily from her throat. She was sort of speechless after that ask for advice. Sarah looked up to her genuinely, as if she thought of her like some kind of experienced warrior. She did her best to gather a few words that sounded logical, and luckily, inspiring.

"It depends, sweetie. I mean, if he's any other guy, it will hurt for a while, but you'll be able to pick yourself up and when you realize, the pain is gone. But if he's…" She swallowed. "If he's the one… That'll be a little harder, love."

"Do you still love him?"

She wouldn't have answered if the girl didn't look so hopeless.

"Maybe."

Sarah giggled through her tears after hearing that. "What do you mean?"

"When you can let things go, that's when you realize you're over him. But if you still grasp onto the memories as if it's the present, then that gets in the middle of your life and… You know."

"I don't think I do." Sarah cried. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Lauren laughed. "You'll do later." She friendly whipped one of her last tears on her cheek. "You're freezing!" She added, feeling the cold on her face.

"The only sweaters I brought are in the washing machine." Sarah explained, and Lauren stood up and walked to her wardrobe, looking for something she could give to her.

She finally found again those two hoodies she hided earlier that day. She looked the red one from Zack and the blue one from Darren. She bit her lip, breathing a few times and trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"Here." Lauren lastly called, throwing the red hoodie to her friend. "Now go to sleep. You don't want another fight to wake you up tomorrow." She added with a smile, taking a little of her clothes off before getting inside the warm bed next to her friend's mattress. She quickly turned off the TV; right in one of the most exciting scenes from Bridget Jone's Diary.

"I certainly don't want to." Sarah replied, putting on the hoodie and throwing her back on the mattress, yawning. "Maybe he'll call tomorrow."

Lauren had luck Sarah couldn't see her as she rolled her eyes.

The next day was tenth times a more beautiful day. The wind wasn't that cold, but it was slightly fresh and the clouds concealed enough part of the sun to make it perfect. Lauren found quite strange that Julia hadn't decided to go out with her boyfriend or something in such a majestic day, but she decided to stay inside instead. Her curiosity was muffled off when she put on that smile she always preserved for special occasions to convince her of something she didn't want to do.

"I bought us tickets for a concert tonight." She commented with excitement, waving the two tickets in front of Lauren's face so fast she couldn't see anything. Not that she needed explanations to know what it was about though. She knew it clearly. There had been advertising all over the city since months ago. She was reminded of it every day. The Tour had been extremely successful after all.

"You're crazy." Lauren stated. "I can't go."

"Come on, they're VIP tickets." Julia put a sad puppy face.

"Oh, I'll get a meet and greet? Finally! My dream coming true!" Lauren spat ironically as she walked to the couch, trying to ignore her. But Julia wouldn't give up so fast.

"Joe, Jim and Nick are going to be there. Probably Brian and Meredith too, we haven't seen them in ages, Lo!"

"Go with Sarah, she'll be very pleased to see Joe." Lauren added, without turning her head back to her friend.

"Well, it turns out Joe himself got tickets for her. Guess what? He called today, and this will be their official getting-back-together date."

"Lovely." Lauren admired. "Have fun."

"Honey." Julia called, softly this time. "It's been a year."

Lauren sighed. She couldn't argue with that. It should be over. She should've been able to give Sarah the blue hoodie. Or to throw that old mix tape to the garbage, instead of keeping it in the last drawer of her bedside table. Or to at least say hi to the guy next door.

Maybe that could be a start.

"Fine." She finally agreed, and Julia gave her a tight hug in response.

Later on, Lauren had to admit that the spots Julia got them were pretty awesome. It was in the first row at center of the balcony, so the view to the stage was perfect. When the rest showed up, Lauren switched seats with Nick though. She didn't want to be right in the center of the balcony, because if Darren looked up, the first thing he saw would be her. And that could be bad for any of them.

When Darren showed up; he didn't seem nervous or awkward as he seemed the past times she saw him perform. He looked genuinely confident and owner of the stage. She couldn't help but to smile, despite the situation.

He was a little different. She couldn't tell exactly why. Lauren ended up telling to herself it was only the feeling of not seeing him for so long.

"I can't believe he actually got a tattoo!" Sarah cried in both excitement and respect, a few seats away, squeezing Joe's arm, who laughed and commented something Lauren didn't hear.

So that was what it seemed different. She wasn't able to see it clearly from her spot, but it seemed like the engraving of a phrase. It was placed on his left shoulder, and it was barely visible through his shirt.

"He's crazy." Lauren commented, more to herself than to anyone else, shaking her head but (surprisingly) grinning. She never thought Darren was the kind of guy who would get a tattoo. But also, she learnt to never refer to him as "the kind of guy who…" because he never fitted in a label. He always found a way to surprise her.

And so the concert started. She found herself recognizing some of the songs. He played a few oldies, some songs from the album and a few unheard tunes. The screams from under the balcony were deafening, even more than how they used to be; which confirmed the Tour accomplished its goal and made him more popular and successful.

By what it seemed nearly the end of the show, Darren started talking. He had half a grin on her face and his tone of voice was a little shy and soft.

"This song is for a very special girl." He started, cleaning his sweaty face with a tiny towel he had under his seat. Then he continued, without pulling away that half grin. "I don't know if she's here, hearing this tonight. I really hope she is."

A loud obnoxious "aw" filled the House of Blues. Lauren's heart skipped a beat; but she didn't let get herself carried away. It could be anyone else. The chances that he met some other girl were almost obvious. But, why were her hands trembling above her lap, and her eyes suddenly glued on that curly haired man with a guitar?

"I fell in love with her in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I spent so much time in there thinking about her, that I ended up marking that place as ours, even if she wouldn't notice me. Years later, I got to kiss her for the first time in New York, and to make love to her, and to tell her I loved her. All in the same night. New York was ours. I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her in San Francisco. San Francisco was ours too. In Los Angeles, we started living together, and she taught me so much about life and love I'll be forever grateful. Needless to say Los Angeles was definitely ours too."

Lauren's heart unquestionably stopped at that time. She couldn't realize the amount of stares placed on her, or the quiet and not so quiet comments flowing quickly through the crowd. She couldn't even get upset by the fact he was sharing entirely private stuff to a public full of strangers. She didn't even go down on it. She was all alone in the theater, and Darren was talking to her.

He let out a sigh, and this time he truly smiled.

"And I just thought, I don't know. Chicago could be ours too."

Darren closed his eyes, as the soft, peaceful words came out of his throat and the chords of his guitar joined them quickly. Lauren could hear him like if he was sitting right next to her.

"Remember how cold it was that first night?

When I decided to grab your hand and drag you away.

It took me long enough and,

You thought I was a really crazy guy

And damn, I think you were right."

Darren wasn't looking into the crowd; he looked down, like the night he sang "This" to her. She was speechless, without being able to take her eyes off him. Her heart beating so loud she could practically hear it synchronized with the pulse of that slow delicate song. Everything was the same, but everything was so different too.

"Remember when the world tried to push us down?

Remember how we cried, without a reason why?

But you looked me into the eyes, you looked so beautiful that night.

You just said baby, this doesn't matter to us

And damn, I think you were right."

Lauren couldn't help but to smile. She had tears on her eyes, but they didn't mist her vision. Darren sang the chorus practically with his eyes closed, like if he could picture everything in his mind.

"You found it funny when I said you're mine

I found ironic that I had a doubt about

Are we doing this right?

Do you think we should drop out?

Don't tell me to shut up or,

You'll make me want to kiss you really hard."

Lauren covered her mouth with her hands. She was crying, but she was smiling too. There was something funny but captivating about the song. She couldn't believe yet he was saying that, in front of thousands of people. Their relationship was basically overturned into those lyrics.

"Don't tell me to stay, I'll want to go.

Don't tell me leave me alone, I'll never let you go.

Don't say you love me or I'll get it upside down,

Just let me be the crazy one, make me want to settle down,

You don't need to try hard, it's all in the way you are."

Darren's voice rose as he joined the chorus for the second time. His mouth opened more this time, modulating with passion; failing at some notes and making certain words longer, but Lauren thought that only made the song more perfect.

"You found it funny when I said you're mine

I found ironic that I had a doubt about

Are we doing this right?

Do you think we should drop out?

Don't tell me to shut up or,

You'll make me want to kiss you really hard."

Then he lowered his voice again; and this time he embraced a quiet, regretful, even bitter tone of voice, as the song finished with soft chords.

"Remember the last time we said goodbye?

I sensed you wanted me to call you back.

And I know it's been long to try to speak now…

But, damn, I think you were right."

The next few minutes were too confusing for Lauren to remember. She was completely absent for a while. She only knew a lot, a bunch of people kept walking to her for a while. Some of them congratulated her, others wanted to take a picture with her, and some random girl was even offended. But she couldn't process anything of it. She was just a corpse being dragged here and there until the crowd of the concert decided to go home.

Julia was the one to rescue her. "Lauren, for God's sake!" She yelled, grabbing her wrist, as she saw the poor lost girl and took her to the place where the rest of the guys were.

They all were having a few beers backstage. Sarah was on Joe's lap, laughing as he whispered something in her ear; Brian and Meredith were holding hands and chatting with Jim and Nick. They were too focused in their own business to notice the zombie that Julia brought with her.

"Honey, do you want water or something?" Julia asked, worried, as she sat down.

Lauren finally snapped back to the real world. "No, I'm fine, thanks."

"Are you okay?" Julia was trying to figure her out by looking at her.

Lauren nodded her head. She was still kind of dizzy by slowly getting back to the real world.

"Where is…?" Lauren asked, once she was a normal human being again.

Julia smirked, obviously pleased, had she been waiting for her to ask that? She pointed towards the other side of the room, there were some stairs.

Without saying anything, she slowly climbed up the stairs and walked through the hall until she found which appeared to be Darren's dressing room. Her first cue was that there was a paper glued to the top of the closed door. She had to stand up on her tiptoes to read it.

"You came" it read.

Lauren laughed. It was only then when she realized that her friends weren't actually ignoring her, they were all pretending to focus in their stuff to leave that moment for her. She grabbed the note to take it from the door, and there was another under it, and this one had a longer phrase.

"I used to think you should wait for the perfect moment and place to do something, to do our speak now, but I realized something else. You know what?"

Lauren stood on her tiptoes again to grab that long note too; and revealing the last one.

"Screw that."

She laughed once more, before opening the door.

"Hey."

Lauren couldn't describe the warmth that familiar voice caused in her after such a long time without being able to hear it.

"Hey." She replied softly, grinning. Darren was sitting down on the table meant to be used to put makeup on; as if he had been waiting for her.

She gave a few steps to get closer to him; but not close enough to set an intimate environment.

"So, here we are, again." Lauren commented. "Backstage at one of your concerts. It's like if nothing changed."

Darren was looking at her from head to toes, confidently, but as if he had never saw her before. He finally added.

"Things changed. Your nail polish is wasted, and you bit your fingertips." He analyzed.

Lauren frowned, confused, just then observing the old pink color in her nails and the little wounds around it. She had no idea what that meant, but Darren apparently found it important.

Darren made a slight tilt with his head, and kept observing her. Her hair was longer. Those were the only things he could tell about her that soon. He had so much to update with; but he did know where to begin.

He jumped from the table, and walked the same amount of steps she did before; leaving them within one foot away.

"You look beautiful." He just said. It was true; she just seemed to be getting better with age, like if she was fine wine.

Lauren smiled. "Thanks. Can I see your tattoo, bad boy?" She joked, lifting up his sleeve.

Darren wet his lips. They both realized that was the first contact they made after a year. It felt static; as if the molecules of their bodies had been attracting each other between so many miles away, and now that they were finally together, they couldn't get away. Lauren kept slipping her hand softly through his shoulder until the phrase inked on his skin was one hundred percent visible.

Lauren gasped without noticing it when she read it through. She held her tears, because after so long, she didn't want his first memory of her was crying.

The phrase was that line they always said before going through a hard time away from each other. The line that Darren didn't say that one last time at the airport, but he inked a few weeks later on his own skin, to be forever on his life, to remind him.

"See you soon?" Lauren slowly ran her hand through the letters.

"It wasn't that soon this time." Darren replied lowly. "But it's still true."

Lauren giggled. "Yeah, still true."

Her fingers slowly reached the back of his neck, playing softly with his curls. She looked at him in the eye, and Darren got so close his forehead and nose was in contact with hers. His hand dared to wrap her waist, shyly, as if he was asking permission for her proximity for the first time.

"Do you have something to do tonight?" Darren asked, flirtatious, and Lauren couldn't help but to laugh. He pretended to had taken the attitude of someone who had never took her on a date, or kissed her, or made love to her.

"Mm, I don't know." Lauren hesitated. "Our friends are waiting for us to go outside. I find sneaking out tonight can be a little difficult."

Darren didn't answer before crushing softly his lips against hers. She kissed back without thinking it, closing her eyes. At first, it was barely a caress, as if they were asking to each other if that was okay, if they could have their lips together again. But within a moment, it became a passionate outbreak of all the feelings they tried to push back countless times in the past months. She almost forgot that there wasn't a sensation that could compare to his kisses. They got themselves lost in it. The world could have effortlessly stopped for a moment, just for them. But then Darren whispered into her ear; triggering Lauren for another giggle attack.

"Tell me, Lauren, when had been things easy for us?"

The End.

A/N: Can we go back to page one and do it all over? Nope? Okay. IMPORTANT! Tell me what you guys wanna see in the Epilogue, in case you wanna read one. Characters or unresolved stuff. A review is always appreciated. I hear your thoughts :)

PS* Darren's song is made up. I'm sorry, I'm the WORST songwriter EVER. But hey I tried.

Thank you for following my crazy mind until here! x - Natt