Hi people.

Wow it's been a full year since I posted this story and let me just say, time flies way too quickly. A few weeks ago, I decided to reread this because I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to see what exactly I wrote and I was literally just like, "DAMN! Did I really write this?" I don't mean to brag or anything, but I did a damn good job with this story! My writing was boss af! I don't even remember half of what I wrote, but rereading it made me feel so good about myself. Like I feel so proud.

Then I decided to write an epilogue summing up how the characters have developed over the course of one year. I originally got the idea from a writer (who's name escapes me) who wrote a Lab Rats story titled Five Months. A year later she posted a one shot basically talking about how Leo struggled with the loss of his loved one for a whole year. So if any of you know the story I'm talking about and the author, holla at her for me. Tell her I said thank you for the awesome-sauce idea.

Well anyway, here it is. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.

One Year Later…

One year. It's been one full year since I last saw your face, heard your voice, and kissed your sweet lips. It's been a full years since your smile warmed my heart, since your touch caused my skin to tingle, since I felt your love through everything you did. A full year. I'm not sure how it passed so quickly. It honestly still feels like it was just yesterday when I walked into the dojo and heard the news that both destroyed and changed my life. But somehow, someway, life moved on without you.

To say that I simply miss you is an understatement. Having to live without you might have been one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Knowing that I had to wake up every morning without your silly good morning text, or give you a ride to school because you were too chicken to get your drivers license (yet you drove a motorcycle). Knowing that I could no longer hang out at Starbucks with you after school, or spar with you at the dojo. Having no one to call in the middle of the night when I can't sleep and need to ease my mind. It was sometimes hard to get out of bed every day knowing that I will never have any of these things ever again.

But I had to. I had to learn to live without you in my presence.

One of the most painful moments since you died was graduation. We had all gotten back into the flow of things when graduation came around. We had finally started to legitimately enjoy or selves and look forward to graduating and venturing off into the adult world. But that was until a freshman had the audacity to mention how you "would've looked so handsome in a cap and gown." I can't really stay mad at her because she's only a freshman, and we would need to address your absence anyway.

You had so many plans for the future, so much you wanted to do after graduation. You were so excited to walk on to stage and receive your diploma, releasing you into a life of endless possibilities. You talked about it nonstop. It hurt so much to think about your dreams being crushed, and washed away due to that accident.

That stupid accident.

Milton acknowledged you in his valedictorian speech (yes he beat Julie and was valedictorian). He said some of the most amazing things that made almost everyone in the audience burst into tears. He talked about how you helped him break out of his shell and should him that he wasn't weak even though he's a stereotypical "nerd." He talked about you inspired him to achieve above and beyond what was expected of him, and how you taught him to stand up for himself. The end of his speech earned a standing ovation from everyone. His speech had everyone in the audience feeling the effects of your death heavily, but also the greatness of your life and what you left us with. In my opinion, Milton's speech should win an award. I may be biased, but what can I say. Any speech regarding you should win an award.

So far we've all been doing pretty well after graduation. So far, college life is treating us well. Milton got accepted into all eight IV league schools. Can you believe it? You should've seen the look on his face when he received all his acceptance letters within a few days. I swear he was so happy he cried for like 30 minutes. I was so proud of him. All his hard work and dedication paid off in the best way. He ended up attending Harvard, and he's studying to be a brain surgeon like he's always wanted to. The amount of stress he's now under quadruples that of high school. But to him, it's so worth it.

Grace got into UCLA on a gymnastics scholarship. From what I heard she loves it. The team is great and they're really blowing up on YouTube and social media. Literally, every time the team competes, at least one of the teammates routines go viral on YouTube. I went to the last competition she competed in and her team was amazing. All of their routines had everyone cheering and routing for them. I've never seen Grace work so hard and flip so much in my life. I'm so happy that she's involved in something so great, and something that will open the door for countless opportunities in the future. I miss having my best girl friend around and we FaceTime every day, but overall, I'm happy she's living out her dream.

Eddie and Jerry didn't go away. They both go to Seaford Community College, Jerry majoring in business and Eddie majoring in engineering. I'm incredibly proud of them, especially Jerry. He went from being an energetic kid who struggled in school to actually graduating with decent grades and getting into college. You may not know it, but you're part of the reason why he succeeded beyond what anyone expected of him. You gave him the confidence he needed to beat the odds of a first generation Colombian kid with ADHD. He and Eddie have been working hard at they're school, and so far the results are pretty good. They're helping Rudy part-time at the dojo, training white and yellow belts to one day get their black belts. It's funny how a few years ago, we were those kids who wanted more than anything to be great at karate, and to be a part something greater than ourselves.

As for me, all those extra practices at the dojo paid off. I competed in the tournament a couple months after your funeral and got my 3rd degree black belt. The competition was help in Rio de Janeiro, and when I say a lot of other dojos were there, a lot were there. It honestly felt like every dojo in the world attended the competition. And most of them weren't even just simple dojos. They were recognized as karate academies.

Rudy told me he's never seen me fight with such determination and fire in my eyes. I've never felt so much fire in my blood either. It felt good to know that I was good enough to take down people who trained all their lives in professional martial arts academies. I wish you were there to see me compete and to help me feel more at ease. But I know your presence was there in the ring as I fought my opponents.

I'm studying law at Columbia University in New York. Let me tell you, New York is so different from California. The weather is pretty crazy, switching from snowing one week to 70 degree weather the next. Everything is much more fast paced, and nobody ever slows down for you. You either move with everyone or get crushed by a stampede of people. But nonetheless, I enjoy the change. I've made a few good friends here, and we've created a tightknit group. I might even join the sorority that a few of them are a part of. Who knows?

As for my love life, it doesn't really exist anymore, although I haven't really tried to put myself out there either. This is partly your fault. Every time I think to myself "maybe it's time I start dating again," my heart jumps out of my throat, reminding me that I'm still not ready to let go of you. Part of me doesn't want to feel love anymore because there simply is no love like yours. There's no other feeling than the feeling I would get when I was with you. And it pains me that that feeling is gone, along with the big piece of my heart you took with you to your grave. Nothing else can ever compare to the way I felt about you. I honestly just want to hold onto that feeling and never let it go.

But I know that I have to move on. I can't spend the rest of my life grieving over your loss, and how much I miss you. You're death hurt me in unexplainable ways, and it will always hurt to know that you're not here anymore. But I need to reach the point of acceptance in the stages of grieving. I need to find a way to remember you without feeling the tug in my heart that makes me want to cry myself to sleep. I need to keep moving forward instead of having guilt pull into the past, pull into the belief that if I move on I will somehow betray you.

I need closure.

Which is one of the reasons why I flew all the way back to Seaford during my spring break. This is the reason why I'm here, kneeling by your gravestone, talking to you as if you'll respond. I need to let you know that I love you. I will always love you. That won't ever change. You will always occupy a space in my heart, reserved only for you. You were my first love, my first true piece of happiness. I can never forget you. And despite who I end up with in the future, and despite how many guys I date before I finally find "the one," you will forever and always be my one true love.

I love you Jack. I know somewhere, wherever you are, you love me too. One day, we'll reunite and get the chance to live the life we wanted to. But until then, I'm going to enjoy myself, and live my life the way I know you would want me to.

I'll see you soon Jack. I love you, and I will never forget you.

And that is a WRAP! Thank you all so much for supporting this story the way you have!

So this was written from the POV of Kim. If you didn't catch on, she left New York to go to Jack's grave and tell him all of this for closure. Is it my best writing? Ehh. Not really. But I'm sick so bear with me guys!

And now announcement time!

So I am currently sharing this account with my best friend/pen pal Alexis (not her real name but the alias she goes by). She had a different account but abandoned it for like 8 months (she was going through something) and when she came back to it she lost a lot of readers. We got in touch at some point and had the idea that we should just join together and be a mega account.

And take over the WOOOOOOORLD! *cue evil music*

Any who, we're working on a Jessie story called Elastic Heart and currently have a poll up regarding it. If you have any type of interest in Jessie I suggest you give it a little look at.

And you already know me. I'm not a big fan of proofreading. Neither is Alexis. So if you find any really embarrassing typos, just read over it. Sorry loves

Thank you again for the love and support for this two shot! We really appreciate it!

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