Epilogue (My Happiness Coming From My Soul… My Edward)
I stayed in therapy for four months. It went by fast, and strange enough, I found a friend in Nate. He was kind, and trustworthy.
He'd spend time with Alice and I after my sessions were done. Thanks to him, in more ways then one, I started to feel alive again. I had this feeling about him, the first time I got to know him. As the weeks progressed, and our friendship evolved… I noticed that he reminded me of Edward.
He looked nothing like him, but his personality was almost exact. It's thanks to him… and in a secretive way only I saw, thanks to Edward I'd finally been able to move on. Even though my life wasn't perfect, and I didn't have my Edward anymore, I felt like I could finally move on. I could live again, and it was all thanks to Edward, my dead, but not gone, fiancée.
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-JackieWackie