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A/N: My god, I am so sorry for my delay! Again the computer died then I just got really lazy, plus I have to write around my mom's computer schedule since I'm using hers now. Well, this is the last chapter, I thought I should finish this, since it only has ONE chapter to go, before I started working on my other ToD fic. Well, please forgive me yet again and enjoy the last installment.
Epilogue: Today
"I haven't seen Rachel since that day so many years ago when I told her I was staying. I imagine she must be married by now and happy with children and a loving husband who helps her care for the shop. As for me, I have my family who always has and always will love me. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice of coming back for good, because I know that the person who married Rachel and loves her with no question could have been me.
I suppose there's no point in dwelling on it too long though, the past is something we cannot change no matter how hard we try, I just miss it sometimes.
Dad says that now that I'm older all of these new responsibilities will be placed on me, but I've come to find I rather like it all, the challenge, the thrill, the scars you get and the victory you feel afterwards. This is the life I want to live; maybe marriage isn't for me. Who would want to marry a man who is always gone and 'saving the world' any ways?
More than once I've caught myself humming a tune she used to sing, or staring out the window and thinking of her. But what really bothers me is the fact that I know I can't seem to let go. Many times I've started to write a letter to her which always begins 'Dear Rachel, I know its been years since we've spoken...' or I'll picked up the receiver and begin to dial the shop number that was burned into my memory so well, even after so long.
But what's the difference, I'm here to stay."
JT stopped writing at his last sentence. He sighed with sadness then shut his journal. Looking out the window he hoped that now some of the things that had been bugging him before would fade away and stay away, though he doubted it.
"God." He thought. "I feel like Spiderman, always having to choose. Well, I guess we're in the same boat spidey."
Standing up he went over to his window and shut it, then walked out of his room and down to the basement where his father and the others were. For four years he had stayed silent of his emotions and feelings, but his father was always saying how bad it was to let things brew inside of you too long.
"It's now or never, even though I'd prefer never sometimes. But I have to tell them how I feel. It's only right, seeing as I'm their son."
Pausing for a moment on the top step he listened to the laughter wafting upwards and smiled. It wouldn't be too bad. Gingerly taking the first step he smiled as he descended and knew that everything would be fine in the end, despite everything.
The End
Geez, for something so short I should've finished it sooner, sorry. Any ways, summers coming! I was thinking of writing one more series with these guys, but I wasn't sure. Feedback on what you think would be greatly appreciated. Well, if I don't see you for awhile have a great summer.
A/N: My god, I am so sorry for my delay! Again the computer died then I just got really lazy, plus I have to write around my mom's computer schedule since I'm using hers now. Well, this is the last chapter, I thought I should finish this, since it only has ONE chapter to go, before I started working on my other ToD fic. Well, please forgive me yet again and enjoy the last installment.
Epilogue: Today
"I haven't seen Rachel since that day so many years ago when I told her I was staying. I imagine she must be married by now and happy with children and a loving husband who helps her care for the shop. As for me, I have my family who always has and always will love me. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice of coming back for good, because I know that the person who married Rachel and loves her with no question could have been me.
I suppose there's no point in dwelling on it too long though, the past is something we cannot change no matter how hard we try, I just miss it sometimes.
Dad says that now that I'm older all of these new responsibilities will be placed on me, but I've come to find I rather like it all, the challenge, the thrill, the scars you get and the victory you feel afterwards. This is the life I want to live; maybe marriage isn't for me. Who would want to marry a man who is always gone and 'saving the world' any ways?
More than once I've caught myself humming a tune she used to sing, or staring out the window and thinking of her. But what really bothers me is the fact that I know I can't seem to let go. Many times I've started to write a letter to her which always begins 'Dear Rachel, I know its been years since we've spoken...' or I'll picked up the receiver and begin to dial the shop number that was burned into my memory so well, even after so long.
But what's the difference, I'm here to stay."
JT stopped writing at his last sentence. He sighed with sadness then shut his journal. Looking out the window he hoped that now some of the things that had been bugging him before would fade away and stay away, though he doubted it.
"God." He thought. "I feel like Spiderman, always having to choose. Well, I guess we're in the same boat spidey."
Standing up he went over to his window and shut it, then walked out of his room and down to the basement where his father and the others were. For four years he had stayed silent of his emotions and feelings, but his father was always saying how bad it was to let things brew inside of you too long.
"It's now or never, even though I'd prefer never sometimes. But I have to tell them how I feel. It's only right, seeing as I'm their son."
Pausing for a moment on the top step he listened to the laughter wafting upwards and smiled. It wouldn't be too bad. Gingerly taking the first step he smiled as he descended and knew that everything would be fine in the end, despite everything.
The End
Geez, for something so short I should've finished it sooner, sorry. Any ways, summers coming! I was thinking of writing one more series with these guys, but I wasn't sure. Feedback on what you think would be greatly appreciated. Well, if I don't see you for awhile have a great summer.