Okay, this is like, a long time coming, but I decided to place an epilogue on Unlikely Attractions. Kinda late, but hey, better late than never. I only own Shay, and this would probably be the opportune moment to tell you all that I have posted the sequel to this story. It's titled Moth to a Flame, so y'all can go and check that out.
I think that's it, so please read, review, and enjoy the epilogue. I hope to see you guys tune in to the sequel. :D
Love, Kiwi
Shay POV
I winced as Adam narrowly missed the corner of the wall. It had been a week or so since I was put into the hospital and now I was just itching to leave. These walls were constricting, the air was suffocating, and the sanitized smell gave me a headache. Adam murmured an apology, chuckling as I swatted him.
"You're feeling better."
"I-I guess," I shrugged, "I'm just glad to be out of here."
"Yeah, I hate hospitals," he shuddered. I doubted anybody did like hospitals. I had spent too much of my time there, from injury to injury. He pressed the automatic door and the fresh air washed over me. He demanded I stay with him, apparently a klutz in a wheelchair wasn't a good idea to him. And, he was worried, like he always was. He got me into the car and put the chair in the back before going to the driver's seat.
"Adam, I-I could just stay at home."
"Until you're out of that chair, you're living with me. I'm retiring anyway, I'll be home more often," he stated, "You'll be okay, Shay."
Two weeks later, I was lying on his couch, my injured leg propped up as I flipped through the TV channels. It was the same thing, stupid reruns and pointless reality shows. Adam came in, holding a plate of food, "Food?"
"Sure," I agreed taking the plate as he sat in the recliner next to the couch, "Thank you, Adam," I said. I appreciated this, probably more than he knew. Had I been at home, it wouldn't have been the same. As much as I hated being helpless, I was starting to accept it.
"You're welcome," he paused, as if hesitating to say something else, "Do you want to talk about it?" John, yeah that wasn't on my list. I hoped he wouldn't push it, but a part of me knew he would, "I'm sorry it happened, alright?"
"I know," I whispered, "I loved him, I really did, and it's hard," I felt my voice shake and I tried to swallow it down. "It's hard to think that he lost his trust in me, and that he was getting back at me for something I didn't do. He made me feel like I really and truly belonged there, that someone could look over the walls I built. I put so much of myself into this, and look where it got me, Adam."
"Life isn't fair, Shay. I know you know that, and I wish it would've gone better. I'm here for you, you know that right? Jay and Chris are just a phone call away."
"Yeah, I know. I-I just... wish that for once something would go right. I want something in my life to leave me happy, not broken and discarded," I pushed myself onto my hands and lowered myself into the wheelchair by the armrest, "I can't keep my own goddamn life afloat. Things fall apart at every turn and I just... don't understand."
Adam slid over and wiped away the tear that was budding in my eye, "Listen, you've gone through so much shit in your life, Shay. You'll move on, Shay. You always do and if I know you like I think I do, you'll get stronger from this. You're smart, you're gorgeous, and you'll be okay," he kissed her forehead and she couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto her face.
"Thank you, Adam... for everything."
"You never need to thank me," he patted her shoulder, "I'm going to go take the dogs for a walk, will you be alright by yourself for a little while?"
"Yeah, go. Make sure they don't get fat and lazy," she chuckled, shaking her head as she wheeled herself to the patio. Sliding open the door, she maneuvered herself to the middle of it. The sun was starting to set, setting the water beneath it ablaze with reds and golds.
It was the ending of a long, spiraling day. From sun up to sun down, it was my life, it was the story of John and I. From the dim, glimmering morning to the brightest afternoon, and then the fading sun. A start, a middle, and an end. Wasn't that what life was about anyway? There would be rain, there would be sunshine. There would be cold and warmth, it all depended on the outlook, the greater picture.
The sun would have to set on this day so it could rise on another. This was the end so tomorrow could begin. This was only the end of today, this point in her life. Tomorrow would be a new beginning.
It'd be hard, damn right impossible at times, but I knew I'd make it through. It wouldn't be tomorrow, or the next day, but it'd happen. Sooner or later, I'd look back on this and realize just how far I'd come. So this wasn't the end of me, it was just a new beginning.