A/N: This is it, the final piece, the epilogue. At the end, there will the note of thanks to all of you guys; the wonderful reviewers. So sorry guys, there won't be a sequel, I like where this story is at, and I think the ending would be a good stop. You can judge for yourself;
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Title: Dear Diary
Chapter: Epilogue
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The morning light riveted down the wooden staircases through the opened window that was at the side of the wall. Francoise, who had been recovering her energy from some toxin that they had given her to black out, yawned sleepily looking around. Her vision focused seconds later, and everything was as it had been when she left. She was glad, changing wasn't exactly a good idea at the moment. The sun peaked through the window of her room, just as it had done that early morning not so long ago. Françoise laughed softly at the memory of her tearing apart her room in search of the diary, and her anger when realization struck inside of her. Of course, now, the memory was not only distant, but silly.
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Francoise POV
Why had I overreacted so much over a book, a diary? Hadn't I known that secrets only cause distrust. Why had I trusted pieces of paper instead of my teammates, my family?
Insecurity
Fear
Shame
Yes, it was all true. I had been insecure about letting them know, letting them know who I truly was. I feared that they would drift apart from me, not consider me one of them any longer. Shame, I felt so ashamed. What if they saw that I had been naive and childish in my past, that now I had changed into someone irreconcilable. But the question that troubled me the most was; was I still afraid of it? Shame, insecurity, and fear, was I still caught up between them?
No, I had discovered a higher power inside of me, insider of all of us; trust.
"Francoise come quickly!" I snapped my attention to the voice that
was coming from upstairs, the voice of Doctor Gilmore. I rushed downstairs,
fearing for the worst. Everyone was gathered around something, Doctor Gilmore
in front of them holding a box tied with ribbons.
"Happy Birthday!"
"Birthday?" I said in confusion, it wasn't my birthday. "You see my dear, today is the anniversary of when you joined us, consider it a second birthday." I smiled and laughed, thanking everyone. Joe stood in front of me, holding a small box, wrapped in pink paper he whispered in my ear; "Open it once you're in your room again." I smiled, nodded, and mouthed a 'thank you' to him. Perhaps there was a chance after all.
"Could you guys excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back!" I took the gift upstairs and carefully unwrapped it, setting the paper aside. I smiled once I saw what was inside. I took a black inked pen from my drawer and opened the book in front of me. On the cream colored page I wrote;
Dear Diary...
Today, I can say, I'm finally free.
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Authors Note: I never dreamed that this story could become so popular, and for such a simplistic idea. I couldn't have written each chapter without such jubilant and vivid reviews. I thank you all, and hope to be able to accomplish the same praise with my other stories. You area all truly wonderful, the eponymy of loyalty.
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