A/N: This is the final chapter of this fanfiction! Thank you so much to everyone that has reviewed and kept me going!
It was the time that was most prominent. And whether it was beneficial or harmful, a nobility or a sin, or for good or for evil, it happened. These events refuse to be ignored in my brain, and I will never forget them. Nor do I want to. They have hurt me deeper than anything ever could, but they have also given me some of the best times in my life. I will not recover for some time. And even though I know this, I still think that one day, I might get a little better. The hope that is dead may grow back. The light that was extinguished may ignite anew. With a bright fire in my heart and budding hope in my mind, my wisdom, my trust and my life will return. And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn to love again.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." —Charles Dickens
A/N: That is the end of this series. It's sad, but I had a lot of fun with it! Please review and tell me if you had fun too! Or should I say the best of times? Cheers!