Me: Another review! Yay! So here's the epilogue!

Leo: She doesn't like to admit it, but she doesn't own us.


Epilogue

A young woman with curly blonde hair, about twenty-three, sits alone at a table in the corner of the coffee shop. She types away furiously at the keys of her laptop, occasionally sipping her latte. Her grey eyes seemed to age by the moment, as if she had been through too much for one person to bear. Her nose was slightly pink, as if she had spent a lot of time crying. The bell on the door jingled as a man, about the same age as the woman, walks through the door. He looks out of place with his ripped black tuxedo and a fancy green and blue tie. His sea green eyes swept across the room, softening as they landed on the woman. She lifted her cup to her lips to take a sip, but was soon forgotten as she looked up and saw the man with the tux. Her eyes widened as she rose to her feet. The latte fell to the floor with a splat. They ran towards each other, like those cheesy scenes in movies, but this was real. The held each other for a moment, and she looked up at him, not ashamed of the tears that were already falling.
"How?" she whispered.
"Not even death can separate us." he whispered back, barely audible. And then he kissed her. Finally.


It's kinda short, but yea. If you haven't already, please read/review/follow the other story on this account. Thanks!

I have no clue what to write now. Suggestions are welcome!

Bye for now ;)