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This is my SECOND update, so if you haven't read chapter Ti, I suggest you do that now :P

So... The last chapter, the epilogue. I wrote this story to get my mind off of the sequel for Quiet After the Storm for a bit, and I guess it worked! So now I'll continue writing for the sequel, and I hope I'll be able to post the first chapter soon!

Thank you for all your support, not only by reviewing, but also by following, favoring or just reading this story. It means really much to me!

I hope you'll enjoy the last chapter, even though it's a tad bit (okay, very) short... (Well I did say before that the chapters sometimes won't be as long as I normally write...)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Do you remember when I asked if things would be different if you could change just one thing? And do you remember that I wished that one thing would be preventing that truck from ever existing?

Well, I don't think I want that anymore. I think that everything has its purpose, and that the things that happen to use and those we love happen for a reason, and that we can only get stronger from it.

It took a lot of time for me to realize it, but now I do, and I don't think I could've been happier.

Sure, I missed my mother a lot, and I often wish that she was still with us, that will never change. But I got great friends who support me through thick and thin, something I didn't have before. And I think that me and my dad grew a lot closer once we got over our problems. We found ourself in each other, by the same loss we shared.

"Son." I turned around at the sound of my father's voice, and there he stood. Tall and pride, and I recognized him as the father I had known my whole live, not the father who had hit me in a drunken rage.

He spread his arms, and I ran into them without thinking. I hugged him tightly, although I didn't think he would feel much, since I wasn't very strong.

My dad put his arms around me and laid his head softly on mine, his nose in my hair.

"Hayden, I am so sorry. For everything," he said softly. And I knew he meant it. He hadn't even needed to say it, since I could see it in his eyes, which I inherited.

"I know, dad," I said, slightly muffled because I had my face pressed in his clothes.

"I don't think I've been happier than that. Astrid's parent's helped dad a lot, and he didn't lose his job, so our lives could continue like it had before all this mess. I sometimes still can't believe how my life turned out to be. I mean, I used to be the outcast who was bullied almost non-stop at school, and no-one could help me because I hid it from everyone close - even you. And I am so sorry for that now, because I know you would have been there for me. Dad still doesn't know, but now that it doesn't matter anymore, I don't think I'm going to tell him anymore. I mean, it's over now, I don't get beaten and bullied anymore, so why bother? I don't want to open old wounds.

But as I said, I'm glad for what I've got and who I've got now. Everything that has happened, it has turned me in a better person, I think. My friends, and the Talent Show helped boost my confidence, and I think that everyone starts to see the real Hayden, the real me, now.

I hope you're proud. Of us, of my dad, of me. Because I think I am. And you know what? I think you were right all along, mom. My song is indeed beautiful."

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I guess that's it...

Happy Sinterklaas everyone!