Amelia Epilogue
When I finished my story, finished telling the therapist why I was here, I feel a certain relief. I had done it. I had taken the first step. I think of Niall, and suddenly tell him thank you.
The therapist looks at me with understanding, sorrow, and a bit of pride. I am glad she does not pity me.
"Thank you for sharing that with me, Miss Schaller." She says.
I only smile.
"Well, your term for studying abroad is up in three months. We can get you a grief counselor for that time, and then send you back to America, with your family. Does that sound okay?"
"No, I want to stay here." I immediately say. I will stay here. Because this is where Harry was, this is where I can still feel him with me sometimes.
The therapist smiles at me with sadness and understanding. It seems like those are the only emotions she has for me right now.
"Do you have anyone to stay with while you are here?" She says.
"Niall Horan." I immediately say.
She checks her watch. Her time is up. She tells me she will call Niall and get in touch with him, perhaps make arrangements if he accepts. The next step would be to assign me a grief counselor and visit them once a week. She says she is proud of me. She says I am on the road to recovery.
Three weeks later I pack what little stuff I have and go with Niall to his house. He is glad I'm getting better. He says I'll be back on my feet in no time. I hope so too.
I get into the passenger seat of the car, remembering the accident and everything that came with it, including that one boy, who made my life better, and worse. But I was stronger now. I could deal with it now. And as Niall started his car and drove, I grab my heart-shaped necklace and look out the window, watching the world pass me by. The world I had once thought ended, was actually just beginning.
The End.
Author's Note: Well, that's it! I hope you enjoyed it! Please don't forget to leave me your thoughts, and review please! Thanks to everyone who read from start to finish!