Author's Note: Yes, that chapter was the last actual chapter, but I am
writing a sequel, for those of you who want to see more of Theresa/Ryan.
Also, I am taking all of your reviews into account. Mainly, I've learned
this:
1) My grammar sucks.
2) I don't know tenses.
Two things I already kind of knew. I promise I'll work on it in the sequel
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get when I see the reviews!!! MWAH. Enjoy the epilogue.. Sequel to come!
PROMISE!
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EPILOGUE:
Ryan sat still on his bed. It was his fourth night back in Newport and he still wasn't used to it. The bed was different than what he remembered, or maybe he was remembering the bed he had been sleeping in but a week ago. The mattress then was more firm and the sheets seemed so heavy in the stiff humidity of summer. And beside him, there were always the soft curves of his fiancée. Now, the bed was larger, the mattress softer, the air cooler and his heart in so much more pain.
He pulled off the blankets and wrapped them around his half naked torso. Pulling a pillow to the floor he curled up in a fetus position and drifted into a sea of sleep and dreams. At night he didn't have to make a conscious decision to think of her. Images of her, sometimes of the past, sometimes in the future continuously flashed in his mind as he slept. There, he took comfort being enveloped by her.
Four days later. Countless days til she came back. Theresa. Theresa. Theresa.
XXX
In his room, he stared at a giant map on the wall. Currently, a strand of red pins were arranged in the same route that he had taken to Ecuador. Seth, though longing to set sail again, was happily stuck in Newport.
Some would call the only-child a bit self-obsessed, but that was just a part of Seth's character. So, while his closest friend ever/ new brother was both heart broken and devastated, Seth's overly creative mind was setting scenarios for him to approach Summer about a trip to Tahiti and perhaps, another chance at romance. Seven or so years after he first realized he had feelings for this girl, Seth was as in love with her as ever. The seasons came and went but in his heart, it was an eternal glow of Summer.
XXX
Tap. Tap. Tap. Rain again. Wasn't Atlanta supposed to be sunny? Where had she even read that? Theresa was bored. It was only four days into her trip. Her feet stung from the constant standing her job required, she never knew eight hours of waitressing a day would kill her body. She sat on the patio of her cousin, Eva's living room and stared out the window as she lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply, she shut her eyes and entered a different world.
All of a sudden, there were pictures covering the bare living room walls and the scent of vanilla and not cigarette smoke filled the room. The guest room was not Theresa's Spartan cell, but a little girl's nursery. And the footsteps fast approaching the front door of the apartment, were not her cousin's but that of her husband, Ryan.
"Theresa, estas aqui? I'm home." Her cousin's voice rang out and her fantasy world disappeared. Twenty four hours into her stay in Atlanta, Theresa had broken her promise not to think about Ryan.
Oops. What's a girl in love to do?
XXX
Sandy wrapped his arms around his wife, her soft hair overflowing unto his shoulders. Looking at up him, Kirsten smiled. Everything that had gone wrong in their little family had seemed to been healed in the past week or so. Ryan was no longer becoming a teenage father, he was living comfortably in the pool house and he worked decent hours in the Crab Shack. While, Seth, had returned from his whirlwind trip to Ecuador, was still happily in love with Summer and spent hours on his boat but always came home at night.
"Are we happy?" Kirsten asked her husband, thoughts reverted to Theresa- alone and probably traumatized by the miscarriage in Atlanta. She would call Theresa again in a week. From that moment Kirsten revealed her abortion, there was a bond sealed between the two women. Now, it was as if Kirsten adopted yet another child. Finally, she had a daughter.
"Yes, babe. We are." Sandy replied, kissing her on the forehead. Still thinking of Theresa, Kirsten suddenly didn't believe him.
XXX
Techno music filled the air with hard beats and quick tempos. Summer, in a little tube top and matching capris, shook her booty like this was her last night in New York City. Well, actually, it was. Her best friend sat unceremoniously at the bar, bringing yet another martini glass to her lips. Summer, though loving her vacation, could never completely let go of her inhibitions and party like the wild seventeen year old she could be. That was Marissa's fault. Summer had to be responsible and play the part of babysitter.
Still Summer turned around and gyrated to the fast pace of the sound that reverberated through the plush upscale Manhattan nightclub. A colleague of Summer's father owned the place, and thus allowed the girls all access to VIP areas and of course, the bar.
Looking up to check on Marissa yet again, Summer's face collapsed from carefree to chaotic. Marissa was gone.
XXX
EPILOGUE:
Ryan sat still on his bed. It was his fourth night back in Newport and he still wasn't used to it. The bed was different than what he remembered, or maybe he was remembering the bed he had been sleeping in but a week ago. The mattress then was more firm and the sheets seemed so heavy in the stiff humidity of summer. And beside him, there were always the soft curves of his fiancée. Now, the bed was larger, the mattress softer, the air cooler and his heart in so much more pain.
He pulled off the blankets and wrapped them around his half naked torso. Pulling a pillow to the floor he curled up in a fetus position and drifted into a sea of sleep and dreams. At night he didn't have to make a conscious decision to think of her. Images of her, sometimes of the past, sometimes in the future continuously flashed in his mind as he slept. There, he took comfort being enveloped by her.
Four days later. Countless days til she came back. Theresa. Theresa. Theresa.
XXX
In his room, he stared at a giant map on the wall. Currently, a strand of red pins were arranged in the same route that he had taken to Ecuador. Seth, though longing to set sail again, was happily stuck in Newport.
Some would call the only-child a bit self-obsessed, but that was just a part of Seth's character. So, while his closest friend ever/ new brother was both heart broken and devastated, Seth's overly creative mind was setting scenarios for him to approach Summer about a trip to Tahiti and perhaps, another chance at romance. Seven or so years after he first realized he had feelings for this girl, Seth was as in love with her as ever. The seasons came and went but in his heart, it was an eternal glow of Summer.
XXX
Tap. Tap. Tap. Rain again. Wasn't Atlanta supposed to be sunny? Where had she even read that? Theresa was bored. It was only four days into her trip. Her feet stung from the constant standing her job required, she never knew eight hours of waitressing a day would kill her body. She sat on the patio of her cousin, Eva's living room and stared out the window as she lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply, she shut her eyes and entered a different world.
All of a sudden, there were pictures covering the bare living room walls and the scent of vanilla and not cigarette smoke filled the room. The guest room was not Theresa's Spartan cell, but a little girl's nursery. And the footsteps fast approaching the front door of the apartment, were not her cousin's but that of her husband, Ryan.
"Theresa, estas aqui? I'm home." Her cousin's voice rang out and her fantasy world disappeared. Twenty four hours into her stay in Atlanta, Theresa had broken her promise not to think about Ryan.
Oops. What's a girl in love to do?
XXX
Sandy wrapped his arms around his wife, her soft hair overflowing unto his shoulders. Looking at up him, Kirsten smiled. Everything that had gone wrong in their little family had seemed to been healed in the past week or so. Ryan was no longer becoming a teenage father, he was living comfortably in the pool house and he worked decent hours in the Crab Shack. While, Seth, had returned from his whirlwind trip to Ecuador, was still happily in love with Summer and spent hours on his boat but always came home at night.
"Are we happy?" Kirsten asked her husband, thoughts reverted to Theresa- alone and probably traumatized by the miscarriage in Atlanta. She would call Theresa again in a week. From that moment Kirsten revealed her abortion, there was a bond sealed between the two women. Now, it was as if Kirsten adopted yet another child. Finally, she had a daughter.
"Yes, babe. We are." Sandy replied, kissing her on the forehead. Still thinking of Theresa, Kirsten suddenly didn't believe him.
XXX
Techno music filled the air with hard beats and quick tempos. Summer, in a little tube top and matching capris, shook her booty like this was her last night in New York City. Well, actually, it was. Her best friend sat unceremoniously at the bar, bringing yet another martini glass to her lips. Summer, though loving her vacation, could never completely let go of her inhibitions and party like the wild seventeen year old she could be. That was Marissa's fault. Summer had to be responsible and play the part of babysitter.
Still Summer turned around and gyrated to the fast pace of the sound that reverberated through the plush upscale Manhattan nightclub. A colleague of Summer's father owned the place, and thus allowed the girls all access to VIP areas and of course, the bar.
Looking up to check on Marissa yet again, Summer's face collapsed from carefree to chaotic. Marissa was gone.