One more epilpogue and then BAM! We're done :(

I can't believe it!

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Celia

The moment the Police cars arrive, half the house is burnt, and I can barely see through my tears.

It's like a blur, when the Police cops come and arrest Horth. He's kicking and punching at the men, like he really expected to ruin us and get away with it.

Finally, he's shoved into the Police car. Dad tells me he's been sentenced for life, and then some other things, but I can barely hear him over the roaring in my ears.

The Fire Engine comes, and hoses our house down and I'm holding onto Dylan the whole time. Our house isn't flaming, now, but it looks worse, all black and cracked, the windows singed off.

I'm holding Dylan's hand, never letting go the whole way. When the Ambulance arrives, turn by turn, I'm still clutching Dylan's hand. Ada is on the other side of him, looking down at him with a concerned expression, silent tears streaming down her face.

I mean to ask her why she was even involved in this, but I sense she needs space.

Dad, Mom, Estelle and Maria are all with me, when Dylan is carted into Intensive Care, and that's when we're told to back off, away from him, and let him be operated on- he has rib fractures, multiple broken bones in his legs and a serious concussion.

We wait...and wait. It takes forever.

Ada clutches my hand in hers, and gives me a small smile.

I smile back at her. "Why...?" I say, croakily, ending my question with an inquiring pause. She's my best friend...she understands.

She takes in a deep breath, and let's it out. "He's my brother, Cele."

I blink, and see spots of red. Nodding slowly, my head pounding, I look away from her. I'll ask her later. Right now, nothing makes much sense.

A nurse comes out of the small room where Dylan was, and we all stand up. "He needs a few weeks rest. You can all come back and visit him tomorrow. Right now, he's being put under intensive rest."

Dad nods, warily, and we all trudge out of the hospital. "Guess we need to start looking for a new house."

"You can all stay at mine. Mom'll understand." Ada says. "I need to ask her a couple of questions anyway."

Mom and Dad are too tired to disagree. It's shown on their faces. Not physically tired, but I know that Horth has mentally worn them out.

By the time we get to Ada's house, I'm half asleep. I greet Mr. And Mrs. Williams, as my parents go through everything that just happened, bit by bit. I'm so tired.

But when my head actually hits the pillow, I can't fall asleep.

"You can come see him now." The nurse says, giving me a friendly wink as I stand outside the I.C unit.

Should I wink back?

I smile at her and follow through to the I.C room and see Dylan lying on the hospital bed, his face pale, and his blonde hair splayed on the pillow.

His green eyes are assessing my every move; he looks wary, and tired, like everyone else.

"Hey." He croaks. "Where are the 'rents?"

"Looking for a new house."

Dylan looks drawn the moment I say this. I didn't expect any less from him...of course he's gonna be miserable about this.

"It's not your fault." I say quietly. "It isn't, so don't you dare blame yourself."

He gives me an incredulous look, but says nothing, playing instead with his sheet.

I sit on the perch next to him, and stroke down his hair. When he pulls away, I place my hand back. Even though, the gesture hurt. Like a bitch.

"Ada?" I say.

"She's a long lost sister of mine." He grunts back. Then he sighs. "Guess I have someone in my family, alive. Can't believe I didn't figure it out, though. Guess I was too preoccupied, with...stuff."

A jolt of shock runs through me- Ada is Dylan's sister. Oddly, the only thing that comes to mind is how akin to a soap opera we are right now.

"Same here." I sigh, glumly.

"Sucks doesn't it? All I wanted to do was find peace. Instead I ruin the lives of the only family I ever had." Dylan mutters.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Who turned you into Mr. Melodramatic? The only thing that's ruined is our house, and we can always get another one!" When he doesn't answer, I take his face into my hands and make his look up at me. "I love you, Dylan. Do you still love me?"

"How can you fuckin' still love me! I fucking hurt your family, your best friend, your house and everything in between!"

"Do. You. Still. Love. Me?" I say to him, firmly. "Tell me."

"Of Course!" Dylan says through gritted teeth. "You're everything! You're my friggin' sun! How can anyone not fall in love with you, Cecilia? You're beautiful, and sexy. You're an excellent sister, and you always have to have your way. You can't dance...trust me, or cook! You like to be bossy, and you're stubborn as hell. You can't sing, either. Or walk in heels. But damn it, when you smile at me, it feels like my hearts gonna explode from oh, fuck overload!"

"You do everything with the utmost concentration- even sex!" He adds. "You love Desperate Housewives and F.R.I.E.N.D.S and you got curves that guys only dream about. You're so beautiful, sometimes it hurts, you love your mom and dad so much, sometimes I wish I had a mom or a dad to love that much, you can't spell words that your sister in the first-grade can, and you can throw a snowball like a bitch!"

He sucks in a deep breath. "And then you fucking go and ask me if I love you?"

I bite my lip, completely dazed from information overload- stuff that I didn't even know about myself!. "Is that a no then?"

Dylan gives me a glare, and then stretches up to press his lips fiercely against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing tight, and running my hands through his soft hair.

"Of course I do, stupid." He mutters against my mouth, his tongue snaking out to trace the outside shape of my bottom lip, "I love you."

Tears flood my eyes, as he says this, and I pull away, and rest my head against his chest. "Idiot. You could have just said it."

"I wanted to be dramatic."

"It worked." I whisper, my face turning to his warmth.

He pulls the blanket over both of us, and kisses me, again.

"So," I say. "You, ah, gonna stick around for a while. I mean, after we move all the things in the house not affected by the fire. And...find a new house."

"If your dad doesn't want to slice me open and rip my guts out." Dylan kisses my nose. "It was my fault, Celia. I'm so sorry. I bought Horth to you, hunted him down to you."

I clasp my hand over his mouth. "He's gone now. It's over. And dad will accept that you didn't have any fault in this. You were a little boy when your parents died, and it wasn't fair that you and Ada had to lose them like this." I kiss him again. "It's not your fault. And you have a family now."

When Dylan kisses me again, it feels like the whole world has tilted on its axis, and my heart finally feels...good. Not in the healthy way, but the lovey-dovey kind of way books talk about.

His lips trail down my neck and I let off an exalted laugh. "How can you do this? Aren't your legs kinda dead at the minute?"

"I'm conquering it out of love." Dylan declares, valiantly.

"Ahem." There's a sound outside, and we both freeze. I peek out the hospital sheet to see half the people from our school standing at the door. Including Amanda. And Ada.

Face flushed, I step out of the bed, petting my hair. Dylan grins, full of male satisfaction.

Ada smiles, displaying dimples. It reminds me of the time when we were in our preteens, sitting in the library, reading books about sex-ed.

"It seems we shouldn't disturb the lingering lovers." Callum says, wrapping an arm around Ada.

"How're you feeling, Dylan?" Ada says.

"Great." Dylan responds, grinning back.

I guess our friends from school think it's okay to make headway after this; they crowd Dylan, tittering and fussing over him. As they do, Ada walks over to me.

"You are stupid." She says to me, wrapping an arm around my neck.

"I know." I respond, glumly. "How could we not have figured out the you were his sister. You had the same friggin' names!"

"You knew. I didn't. Can't blame a girl for amnesia."

"Does that mean I can't blame you for borrowing my Paramore CD and misplacing?"

Ada nods, wisely. "Yup."

I whack her on the head. "Shuttup."

Oh yeah. It's gonna be fine. And this time, there's not foreshadowing, when I think this- there's just happiness.