Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
By singcraz
A/N: As you all know by now, this is the last chapter. And yes, it takes place in the future. I LOVE this chapter; it also is one of my favorites. Thank you all for your support, reviewers and non-reviewers alike.
Ditey: Aw, yeah! VOR lives (kind of, almost, maybe). Thanks so much, babe. Missing you! It was our idea, you came up with the title and everything!
ShaniaTwainrox74: Hmmm, I was thinking about the epilogue, and I might do it, but probably not for a few months. So, instead I changed this chapter and created it into a pre-epilogue-y thing. Lol.
EphramsBabyGurl06: Good thinking, this chapter's for you!
Stacy: Thank you!
Stardust: Thanks a bunch. I don't really mention Amy in this chappie, BUT if I do a sequel I'll see what I can do. (That means if anyone wants a sequel, you must get on your knees and beg, lol).
Epilogue
"That is a very interesting story you have there, Miss Loisel. So what you're saying is that it's been four years to this day since you've seen this. Ephram fellow?" the shrink assumed as he carefully pulled off his glasses to polish them on his crisp, new shirt.
"Yep," the blonde woman answered as she lit a cigarette and blew a billow of smoke into the air. The psychiatrist urged her to put it out but she strongly refused.
"You know, I hear that the last thing anyone ever says to another is the most important thing they ever say," the aging man inquired. As he raised his eyebrows to the attractive-but tired-woman, she took another long drag on what she liked to call her "cancer buddy" and her mind flashed back to the fateful day in the airport.
"Where's my heart?" reverberated through her mind. She smirked and put her cigarette out on the bottom of her shoe. Looking up at the ticking clock, she smiled.
"Well, Doc. Better get going. My fan club's waiting."
She walked out of the office as quickly as humanly possible. It was nice to get Ephram off her chest. His spirit always haunted her; at least now she could talk to someone about it, even if the person was a smelly old stiff. Her mother hardly remembered who Ephram was anymore and her family had cut off all contact when she moved out to live with Kenny, and old friend who she just happened to sleep with once in a while. He numbed her pain and was more of an addiction rather than love.
She rapidly strode into the café and sat in a booth across from a scrawny man around her own age. The bottom half of his face was covered by a newspaper and the woman struggled to remove her hat, scarf, and blazer.
"You're late," the man commented in a strict tone, though he smirked behind his printed shield.
"Sorry," she replied, obviously flustered. After she placed her excess clothing beside her, she shook out her shoulder length hair and leaned her elbows on the table. "What's up?" she smiled.
The man placed his paper down and folded it in half. As he watched her, he smirked again. "Marry me,"
She sighed. "For the last time, no,"
The man placed his hand on hers. "Ok, so I'm not serious about the marriage thing, but just hear me out. Please Gen. I've waited so long for you to give me the time of day. It's been four years. You're 20, almost 21. Now what?"
"Smaug," she started, frowning.
"Shane," he corrected, sick of his childhood nickname.
"Shane," she repeated. "Here, if I'm not taken by the time I'm forty, I'll marry you." She lit up again and puffed on her smoke.
"You'll be dead by then if you continue smoking like you have been." Shane smiled sadly.
"After three years of sobriety, I have a lot to make up for." A waitress came by and Genevive ordered some green tea. "I miss him,"
"Four years Gen. Four. Have you even spoken to him since you left Everwood?" Genevive's eyes went downcast. "I mean, come on. Your parents basically abandoned you when you moved out. You smoke 24/7. You're taking classes at a community college when you know you could do better. What do you have to live for? At least if we were together we'd have someone to come home to,"
"I- I don't know," she stuttered.
"Do you have a job?" he asked.
"No,"
"How about a close girlfriend?"
"No,"
"A boyfriend?"
"No,"
"Is Ephram here?"
She waited a moment. "No," she whispered.
"Ok," he muttered as he ran his hand through his dark, disheveled hair. He watched the girl gaze into her cup of tea. He stared and refused to let his guard down. "Ok," he repeated, this time more to himself than anyone else. Genevive bunched up her knit hat in her hands and fingered the soft fabric. He was right. She didn't have much to live for. She might as well fling herself off the Empire State Building already. No, that was taking it a little far. A tear fell next to her mug and another was slowly making its way down her cheek. Shane leaned over the Formica table and kissed off the droplet of seawater. He stopped and watched the girl's reaction. Their faces were only one inch away, and he was dead nervous. Her jaw tightened and he backed away off into his seat. Gen suddenly lifted her hand and put out the dying butt of the neglected cigarette.
Shane cleared his throat, "I'm sorry," He walked out of the café quickly and the bell over the door chimed louder than usual. Genevive cringed at the sound and brushed her bangs off to the side of her face. Standing slowly, she faced opposite the door. Slowly, she placed her blazer back on and held on to her hat and scarf. She pulled her purse onto her shoulder, took one last sip of her drink, and placed some random change on the table. The chime over the door rang again and all was silent. She could feel someone's eyes boring into her back. Suddenly, her face broke into a smile and she knew just who the silent visitor was before she even turned around.
"Ephram?"
-THE END-
A/N: Wow, that was it! I can't believe it at all. This experience has been so awesome you guys. Thank you all. I wanted to say one last thing before I leave you.
THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO SUNSTRUCK BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN SUCH AN AWESOME FRIEND AND WE ALL MISS YOU!!!
Well, maybe in a few months I'll put a sequel up, who knows? But I kind of like leaving it off here. what say you?
P.S. I just wanted to let you all know that if any of you need an editor, please e-mail me at MysteryWays4Me@aol.com. I'd be pleased to do so!
Love Always & Forever,
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
Shelly
A/N: As you all know by now, this is the last chapter. And yes, it takes place in the future. I LOVE this chapter; it also is one of my favorites. Thank you all for your support, reviewers and non-reviewers alike.
Ditey: Aw, yeah! VOR lives (kind of, almost, maybe). Thanks so much, babe. Missing you! It was our idea, you came up with the title and everything!
ShaniaTwainrox74: Hmmm, I was thinking about the epilogue, and I might do it, but probably not for a few months. So, instead I changed this chapter and created it into a pre-epilogue-y thing. Lol.
EphramsBabyGurl06: Good thinking, this chapter's for you!
Stacy: Thank you!
Stardust: Thanks a bunch. I don't really mention Amy in this chappie, BUT if I do a sequel I'll see what I can do. (That means if anyone wants a sequel, you must get on your knees and beg, lol).
Epilogue
"That is a very interesting story you have there, Miss Loisel. So what you're saying is that it's been four years to this day since you've seen this. Ephram fellow?" the shrink assumed as he carefully pulled off his glasses to polish them on his crisp, new shirt.
"Yep," the blonde woman answered as she lit a cigarette and blew a billow of smoke into the air. The psychiatrist urged her to put it out but she strongly refused.
"You know, I hear that the last thing anyone ever says to another is the most important thing they ever say," the aging man inquired. As he raised his eyebrows to the attractive-but tired-woman, she took another long drag on what she liked to call her "cancer buddy" and her mind flashed back to the fateful day in the airport.
"Where's my heart?" reverberated through her mind. She smirked and put her cigarette out on the bottom of her shoe. Looking up at the ticking clock, she smiled.
"Well, Doc. Better get going. My fan club's waiting."
She walked out of the office as quickly as humanly possible. It was nice to get Ephram off her chest. His spirit always haunted her; at least now she could talk to someone about it, even if the person was a smelly old stiff. Her mother hardly remembered who Ephram was anymore and her family had cut off all contact when she moved out to live with Kenny, and old friend who she just happened to sleep with once in a while. He numbed her pain and was more of an addiction rather than love.
She rapidly strode into the café and sat in a booth across from a scrawny man around her own age. The bottom half of his face was covered by a newspaper and the woman struggled to remove her hat, scarf, and blazer.
"You're late," the man commented in a strict tone, though he smirked behind his printed shield.
"Sorry," she replied, obviously flustered. After she placed her excess clothing beside her, she shook out her shoulder length hair and leaned her elbows on the table. "What's up?" she smiled.
The man placed his paper down and folded it in half. As he watched her, he smirked again. "Marry me,"
She sighed. "For the last time, no,"
The man placed his hand on hers. "Ok, so I'm not serious about the marriage thing, but just hear me out. Please Gen. I've waited so long for you to give me the time of day. It's been four years. You're 20, almost 21. Now what?"
"Smaug," she started, frowning.
"Shane," he corrected, sick of his childhood nickname.
"Shane," she repeated. "Here, if I'm not taken by the time I'm forty, I'll marry you." She lit up again and puffed on her smoke.
"You'll be dead by then if you continue smoking like you have been." Shane smiled sadly.
"After three years of sobriety, I have a lot to make up for." A waitress came by and Genevive ordered some green tea. "I miss him,"
"Four years Gen. Four. Have you even spoken to him since you left Everwood?" Genevive's eyes went downcast. "I mean, come on. Your parents basically abandoned you when you moved out. You smoke 24/7. You're taking classes at a community college when you know you could do better. What do you have to live for? At least if we were together we'd have someone to come home to,"
"I- I don't know," she stuttered.
"Do you have a job?" he asked.
"No,"
"How about a close girlfriend?"
"No,"
"A boyfriend?"
"No,"
"Is Ephram here?"
She waited a moment. "No," she whispered.
"Ok," he muttered as he ran his hand through his dark, disheveled hair. He watched the girl gaze into her cup of tea. He stared and refused to let his guard down. "Ok," he repeated, this time more to himself than anyone else. Genevive bunched up her knit hat in her hands and fingered the soft fabric. He was right. She didn't have much to live for. She might as well fling herself off the Empire State Building already. No, that was taking it a little far. A tear fell next to her mug and another was slowly making its way down her cheek. Shane leaned over the Formica table and kissed off the droplet of seawater. He stopped and watched the girl's reaction. Their faces were only one inch away, and he was dead nervous. Her jaw tightened and he backed away off into his seat. Gen suddenly lifted her hand and put out the dying butt of the neglected cigarette.
Shane cleared his throat, "I'm sorry," He walked out of the café quickly and the bell over the door chimed louder than usual. Genevive cringed at the sound and brushed her bangs off to the side of her face. Standing slowly, she faced opposite the door. Slowly, she placed her blazer back on and held on to her hat and scarf. She pulled her purse onto her shoulder, took one last sip of her drink, and placed some random change on the table. The chime over the door rang again and all was silent. She could feel someone's eyes boring into her back. Suddenly, her face broke into a smile and she knew just who the silent visitor was before she even turned around.
"Ephram?"
-THE END-
A/N: Wow, that was it! I can't believe it at all. This experience has been so awesome you guys. Thank you all. I wanted to say one last thing before I leave you.
THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO SUNSTRUCK BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN SUCH AN AWESOME FRIEND AND WE ALL MISS YOU!!!
Well, maybe in a few months I'll put a sequel up, who knows? But I kind of like leaving it off here. what say you?
P.S. I just wanted to let you all know that if any of you need an editor, please e-mail me at MysteryWays4Me@aol.com. I'd be pleased to do so!
Love Always & Forever,
~*~*~*(*)*~*~*~
Shelly