A/N: Here it is, the awaited epilogue. I can't believe this is the last chapter I'm writing for this story. First of all, I just want to thank a few people who have reviewed from the start. Azure Bluet its-prongsie: thank you. Feedback, negative or positive, fuels me, so thank y'all so much.

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Epilogue:

2 years later, University of California at Santa Barbara.

Jason Grace carried a cardboard box full of memories from his car to his dorm. The box held photos upon photos of him, from when he was seven to when he was seventeen. Needless to say, they were heavier than he expected. He had moved away from his dad, and was moving into his dorm at his university. Now, he climbed up the rickety fire escape to greet the dusty windowpane door on the fifth floor. Obviously, he could've gone up the elevator. But that would've meant getting trapped in a broken elevator. So, he braved the rusty metal stairs.

From inside the small dorm, his roomate Percy waved at him, oblivious to him struggling with a fairly heavy box. Jason tried - and failed - to wave back, dropping his box. In the process, the box opened, and years worth of photos drifted down five floors in the brisk fall air.

Percy, finally noticing his roommates frustration, opened the squeaky fire escape door and started picking up the photos with him. They picked them up little by little, and Jason felt himself learning more about this guy he had known for less than a week. Unbeknownst to them, three floors down, a girl with dark hair and shifting eyes picked up a photo of a lovely Siamese cat. She flipped it over, and read the initials J.G. Two floors above her, the dark haired girl glimpsed more photographs slowly drifting down, like leaves falling off a tree.

Upon closer observation, one would see the marvels time had done to Piper. She seemed more sure of herself, which in turn made her more confident with her appearance. Facing the untrustworthy elevator, she was elevated to the fifth floor, photograph clutched in her hand.

Piper glanced around the boring peach colored walls of the hallway, realizing she didn't know which dorm was the mysterious J.G.'s. Taking a shot in the dark, she knocked on the fifth door from her right. She braced herself for the awkward explanation she was sure to have to give, explaining how she found a photo that looked a little familiar to her, and that she had a vague idea whose it was.

Not that she would say who she thought it would be, because that was in her past. She had pushed it to the recesses of her mind, and moved on. But a part of her wondered.

Finally, someone answered the door, after around 13 minutes of knocking. "Sorry, my roommate and I were outside picking up something I dropped, sorry if you were knocking a long ti-"

Inside Jason's mind, the person standing outside his door looked remarkably like someone he had last seen two years ago. Piper became even more beautiful with time, but that wasn't the reason he stopped mid-sentence. He had stopped due to utter and complete shock at seeing Piper, not at all what he expected when opening the peeling door.

"I- You dropped this." She said hurriedly, shoving the crumpled photograph into his hands. His face blushed red, and she matched his crimson embarrassment. The last time they had met was not a pleasant occasion, and she had all but forgotten it.

Jason's breath hitched, and he summoned the courage to invite her inside. Why, he wasn't sure.

She accepted his invitation reluctantly, and stepped inside his box cluttered dorm, awkward energy ringing in the air. Looking around, the kitchenette bar tiled with royal blue tiles stuck out to her. For reasons unknown, it was the only space inside the dorm which was not jumbled with belongings. Nearly.

Sitting neatly on top of the tiled counter, sat a box labeled "letters" in capital letters. She pointed at it from her position on the makeshift threshold. "May I..."

Jason glanced at her, not really noticing her question. He nodded, and Piper walked to the kitchenette, careful not to trip on any run-away boxes. She lifted the lid of the cardboard box slowly, glancing at the contents inside. Reaching inside, she fumbled for one at the very bottom. It was dated all the way back 4 years.

Dear Piper,

Hi. I barely ever write letters, yet here we are. I know we only sent letters for a few months, but now that you've moved to who knows where, I might as well use the opportunity. The thought that I'd actually send this is "totally barbaric," to quote Hermione. I think I'm supposed to write about my life now, so... enjoy.

"Eighth grade will be fun," they said. "It'll be interesting," they said. They were wrong.

Anyways, turns out pimples come out when you eat chocolate. In retrospect, I should've actually believed Thalia. But did I? Harsh no. Conclusion: picture day sucked. Also, have you ever tried a pomegranate? I have not. I mentioned this is passing to my dad's friend Persephone, she was appalled. I guess I know what I'm having for dinner.

I get the feeling that for some reason (heavy sarcasm), you're not reading this.

-Jason G.

As Piper finished reading 14-year-old Jason's thoughts, she smiled at how quickly the topic changed, much like a real mind. She was still smiling when Jason finally looked over at what she was doing. His face showed a hue, much like the aforementioned pomegranate, of utter horror. She hastily set the paper down, looking over at the blonde.

He bowed his head. "I guess you know what I did all those years. Without mailing letters to you, that is." He tried for some humor, failing miserably. Piper gave him a weak laugh in return, smiling. "Yeah, I guess so. Oh, did you actually eat the pomegranate?"

"Turns out I'm allergic."

"Oh. I wonder, was her name actually 'Persephone'?"

"Yeah, funnily enough. I think her parents must have known she would've liked pomegranates or something."

Throughout their playful exchange, all awkwardness lingering in the air slowly dwindled away. Piper read more letters, with Jason's consent. She was hoping for a new friend, maybe something more. But for now, she was content with being on speaking terms at least. And that, was how the tale of letters, a cat by the name of Sock, and a stray photograph came to a close.