Epilogue. I want to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews and I apologize for making you wait this long for an update. I had so much fun with this story, I may have an idea for a new story. I will get started on the as soon as I can. I love you guys. 333
It's been 6 years since the day I woke up from the coma. Nick and I are still going strong and I have him to thank for saving my life. My father was arrested, prison for life, and the Duval family practically adopted me afterward. Even James and his friends were found and arrested. 8 years in federal prison and a very strong restraining order. I look in the mirror and realize how much I've changed in the last couple years.
A good change, though.
It was hard for quite a while. I had bad days, good days, relapses, achievements, but above all, I had Nick to keep me on my feet. Even when I felt like I couldn't go on, he was there with his arms wide open.
I turn away from the mirror and walk out of the room. Its time.
I take the arm of Mr. Duval and walk to the double doors.
The doors open and my eyes search the room. Thad, Sebastian, Trent, Cameron, Charlie, Kurt, Blaine are standing up at the front. The rest of the Warblers and Nick's family are sitting in the audience. Grace and our newly adopted daughter, Isabella, are the flower girls. I smile at our little brunette beauty who is throwing flowers on the ground, a small giggle escaping her three year old lips. I start walking when my eyes zero in on him. Nicolas Duval. my fiancé. My soon-to-be husband. He looks gorgeous as always, in his black classic tux, his arm out ready to grab mine.
I look into his eyes as the priest begins to speak, only answering when needed, and finally letting that first tear filled with joy drip out of my eye and slide down my cheek when Nick says the two words that make me feel happy, safe, at home.
'I do.'
The end! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for everyone's support! 333 .love.