thankyou for the nice reviews but i know my last chapter wasn't widely liked..

sorry

but i wanted my story to have elements of truth in

and truth is, people don;t just spring up from cancer, grow old together and have babies with people they love.

like chad said in the story.

'life is a constant episode of fear and pain'

but you've got to keep on living.

anyway

please review!!

sorry if you didn;t like :)

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Epilogue:

3 Months Later -

As a black convertable, almost identical to the former MaCkenzie's pulled up onto a gated cemetery, a wild roar of thunder made the promise of rain imminent. Oblivious to the harsh weather, a brunette girl slowly exited the car and walked idly through the cemetery until she reached a gravestone almost fully hidden beneath a large willow tree.

Rest in Peace

Chad Dylan Jonathon Cooper

1991-2009

Beloved Son, Actor and Friend

'The next stop isn't where you think it is

'

The girl was now visibly shaking, her fists were clenched and balled up in her pockets, and she looked as though one more gust of wind could push her fragile body down, joining her with the other bodies already laying in the cemetery.

The young girl picked up some dead flowers that were lying in front of the grave from her last visit, but did not set any new ones down like she usually did. The once vibrant, yellow flowers had turned a dull gray. The girl paused, thought for a moment, and threw the flowers up into the misty air. She watched them, entranced, until they all blew away in different directions, spreading their dull gray throughout the cemetery. Then, with a sudden turn, the girl collapsed onto the dying grass in front of the gravestone she was so familiar with. Her body began to shake more violently than before and her sudden sobs broke though the silence of the cemetery. The sound traveled through the memorial of the dearly departed and connected with every soul residing under each gravestone.

The girl's wave of emotion carried on. She didn't notice the elderly woman walking somberly towards her husband's grave or the middle-aged man and his young daughter shuffling hand-in-hand to visit the memorial of a lost wife and mother. These strangers were all holding on to the same torturous pain and this is where they each came to release it.

Another crack of thunder boomed through the air, this time bringing small droplets of precipitation with it. The small drops splashed roughly on the grass covered Earth, creating puddles of mud as the girl raised her head and looked up to the sky. Her tears had finally run dry and were instead replaced with pellets of water landing on her soft skin, washing away any trace of emotion on her delicate face.

Slowly, the gitl raised herself off of the ground and stuffed her hands back into her pockets. She looked across the stretch of land covered with gravestones and spotted the grieving elderly woman talking animatedly to the rounded stone situated in front of her. The once somber woman now had a small smile delicately placed on her lips and she recounted the past few days to her husband. She was completely oblivious to the rain pounding down all around her.

Continuing across the cemetery, the girl's eyes landed on the small boy and his father at a gravestone only a few away from the one she was positioned at. The blonde child was gripping onto a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers, trying to shield them from the rain as best he could, as he was quietly explaining to her mother how Hannah had become his new best friend at school today. He also described in detail the picture he drew of a big yellow house, himself, and Daddy. The young boy's smile increased when he told his mother how he drew Mummy up high in the sky looking beautiful, watching down on them. Standing a few feet behind his son, the middle-aged man watched the scene unfolding before him. He had a smile matching his daughter's.

Turning back to the grave in front of her, the now soaking wet girl felt a smile pull up the corners of her mouth. She was here to visit one of her best friends who had always made her smile. That had never stopped, even after her passing. She was here to remember his life and cherish the dozens of memories he had acquired of him in just their short time of knowing each other.

This new wave of emotion sweeping through the girl seemed to fully awaken her as she began to talk to her departed friend.

"Hey Chad" her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, still sore from the sobbing earlier in her visit. "I, uh, miss you a lot, you know. We all do. Infact every kid in hollywood that knew about your show does, Sorry I haven't visited for a little while. The guys and I have just got back from London, the shows have gotten pretty big there." Remembering her trip to the city seemed to put an even bigger smile on the girl's face.

"Actually, I have something pretty important to tell you, Chad. We, uh, I got signed.I did it! I did it for you and now I'm gonna be fucking famous!" The girl's smile was even wider than before, stretching across her entire face. She closed her eyes for a brief second and shook her head, still trying to accept this surreal turn in her life. It was all so new and scary, still.

"I saw that film, the Chad Dylan Cooper Story; 1991-2009, Infact the press won't leave me alone" The girl frowned.

"It was probably the best thing I'd ever seen" and Then the girl's thoughts visibly changed as her whole face changed into a somewhat saddened expression.

"And, Uh, this is hard. It's hard to go on as normal, It all seems so wrong. It's like i'm leaving you behind, no-one ever talks about you anymore, like it;s too hard or something," The girl let out a small sob.

The girl could feel the rain lighten and then completely stop as she lowered herself and sat quietly in front of the gravestone. She ran her fingers through the wet grass, knowing that when she got up the back of her pants would be soaked and grass-stained. She didn't care, though. A small, somewhat sad smile was placed on her lips as she hummed a tune. The girl just sat there for a while, soaking up the silence and the newly returned sun.

After a while, she spoke up again, "I still can't believe you're gone, Chad." She paused briefly, sucking in a lungful of air, and then continued. "I miss your smirks and your rhetorical questions," She laughed, for once being able to find some humor amidst this tragedy.

"But, uh, also, uh, I've met someone, Chad. And I swear he comes no-where near to how much i like you but, I really like him, Chad. He, uh, he kind of reminds me of you. I think you guys would've been friends. You guys probably would've bitched about me behind my back and stuff. But, uh, I told him about you. He wanted to come with me today, but I told him no. Because this is my time with you. And I never really got enough to begin with, so I'm cherishing all I can get." The girl stopped talking. She scooted closer to the gravestone and traced her fingers along the name engraved on the stone.

"God, I'm being really sappy. You're probably yelling at me right now. And, uh, anyways," the girl pulled out her phone to check the time, "I have to go. I'm gonna start recording today…because I'm gonna be fucking famous! And yes, I'm bragging. Deal with it." The girls smile was then quickly replaced with a frown as she took one more look at the gravestone before her smile returned.

"Goodbye, Chad. I'll be back soon and I know I say It every time, but I'm closer to being actually with you again, and I know you'd yell at me for saying that, but you can't choose who you fall for, and I fell from the snob from studio two." And with that, the girl stood up, walked past the gate of the cemetery, and drove off to a recording studio to begin working on her increasingly optimistic looking future.

there, all done.

hope you enjoyed my story, thanks for taking the time to read it,

i even teared up a little whilst writing :D

please review? for me? :)

anyway, thankyou

by Beeheartsliam

Watch out for more stories by me? :D

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