It's been a week since i lost Stephanie and life hasn't been the same. Everyday i pass the nursery and it brings tears to my eyes. I had thought that i would be overjoyed to see Ezra but i just felt hurt. I don't think about him much anymore. I still love him but i don't want him in my life. I've still got the pictures of him and they cloud my vision with tears. I lost myself last week. I don't even know who i am inside anymore. The doctors told me that i'm depressed. I flipped out at them to be honest. I'm not the same anymore. I moved out of Rosewood to New York. I can't bear staying back there. There is too many memories. I may go back home one day.
But not anytime soon.
That's the end of this book. I'm going to write a sequel in Ezra's P.O.V. It's going to be about him trying to get her back.