A/N: Hello! Thanks for the reviews. :)

This is it then, the epilogue. I can't believe I wrote 15 chapters in less than two weeks! I am normally a very, very lazy person. But I guess I needed more Kevin Ryan in my life, which drove me. :)

English is not my mother language and I'm from a culture that is polar opposite to the US's, so for any mistake regarding those, I'm sorry.

I have a couple more story ideas, maybe I'll be back very soon with a new one. Until then. :)

My life sucks.

'Sucks' as in 'it's-absolutely-no-good-very-bad-why-am-I-alive' sucks.

As if my mom and dad fighting all the time and driving me crazy wasn't enough.

As if my grades slipping and my mood swings wasn't enough.

As if my cranky grandma visiting and me having to not only be nice to her, but also share my room with her wasn't enough.

Of course I had to break up with my boyfriend too.

It happened after school, and then I kinda stormed off. I didn't feel like going home, so I'm walking around aimlessly.

Somehow I've ended up in the Central Park. It's not a sunny day, the park is relatively less crowded.

I am ready for a talk to my best friend Alicia, but she's in her piano lesson right now.

Just great.

Suddenly the sound of a kid's high-pitched laughter pierces my ears. Moments later I see the source, and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.

A family, having a picnic- the blanket, the food baskets, 3 generations- the whole package.

No sun out, and people still insist on being all cliché and sickeningly...family.

The grandpa of the family looks like he is right out of a comic book or animation movie where he was the snow-king or something. He is a small man with soft snow-white hair, pale skin and shocking blue eyes. He sits with his arms draped around the grandma- a smaller woman with glasses, streaks of dishwater blond in her gray hair.

The petite woman in her late twenties with beautiful pixyish features must be their daughter, because she has the same blue eyes and blond hair. The guy she's leaning on- cute, curly brown hair, brown eyes- has to be her boyfriend or husband. No, husband- I notice the rings.

And the noise and the laughter is coming from a little boy with the same brown hair and eyes of his father and same delicate features of his mother- he is running around the blanket chasing a butterfly. The whole family is watching him do it with smiles in their faces, like it's the most impressive thing they have ever seen.

'Maybe you should calm him down, Sarah.', the grandma is worried now. 'What if he falls?'

The woman rolls her eyes.

'Don't worry, mom. He's used to it.'

'I can't believe how naughty Eric is.', the husband says, shaking his head, 'When I was a kid, I was super-quiet.'

'Oh, I can help with that.', the grandpa grins, and suddenly looks twenty years younger, 'Sarah wasn't.'

'In fact,', the old woman pipes in, 'She rarely ever stayed in one place for more than five minutes.'

'Except when she was sleeping.'

'And that would be quite a feat, getting her to sleep.'

'Mom', the woman rolls her eyes again, 'I'm 27 and you're still complaining about that?'

'Complaining?' the woman blinks innocently, 'I'm just remembering the good times.'

Husband and grandpa burst out laughing.

I realize I'm eavesdropping- they can't see me because I'm behind a tree- but I can't stop listening.

There's something wrong with this picture.

When my little brother wouldn't go to sleep, my dad and mom fight.

Well, lately they have been fighting most of the time, about most of the things, but it's definitely worse when Jesse keeps them up.

And this is about the only time I can't blame them much. That kid just would-not-go-to-sleep.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure they're not gonna be here 27 years later talking about it all happily.

So how come this old people can do that?

How come anyone can do that?

'Remember the time when', grandma is saying to her husband, 'she had typhoid? We were up for, like, 72 hours straight…'

'And we drank a million cups of coffee, which resulted in you starting to chatter non-stop. My god, I think I went a little deaf that day.'

'Yeah, at least the coffee helped me. You still walked like a zombie and you ran into my most favorite- and not to mention super expensive- Chinese vase and broke it.'

The grandpa grins. 'Sorry, baby.' He kisses his wife on the forehead.

My jaw drops.

That is actually a happy memory?

The woman, Sarah, has finally calmed her son down. The kid is eating a cookie now.

'Well,', she says, 'Travis here', she gestures to her husband, 'Would love some lessons. He just doesn't know how to function when he's sleepy. He's tried, with disastrous results. Remember the thing with our honeymoon?'

Travis holds up his hands in resignation.

'I knew I was never gonna live it down', he says, sighing.

'Of course you weren't!' Sarah says, 'Just because you were sleepy you called the wrong hotel and when we arrived in Barcelona 5 in the morning we didn't have any place to stay!'

'Technically, we had a place to stay. I just didn't know which hotel I'd called.'

Wow. Just wow. If that happened with me, I would probably break up with the guy.

Sarah shakes her head. 'And it you didn't find it suspicious at all that they just took the call and said 'okay' and didn't want any down payment, any document, nothing? A five-star hotel would never do that.'

'I was sleepy! And we still had a beautiful time there, if we don't count the embarrassing conversation with the manager of the hotel where we thought we'd be staying and the hunt for a place where we could really stay at the crack of dawn.'

'Hmph, I have to grudgingly agree.', she grins. 'In fact, the camping wasn't in our plans, but it turned out to be the best thing!'

These people are unbelievable.

'We should probably eat and head back.', says the grandma, 'It's getting cloudier.'

'Yeah.', says Travis, 'The weather forecast said it would be sunny, though.'

'You actually believe weather reports?', Sarah says incredulously, 'Why am I married to you?'

Grandma and grandpa are enjoying the banter, laughing silently.

'Uh, because of a little thing called love, I would like to think?'

'Yeah.' Sarah says, 'That was my undoing.' She smiles and leans in to kiss her husband.

And when they are kissing, grandma and grandpa share a look, then grandpa mouths 'I love you' and gives his wife a smooch.

I walk away.

27 minutes later, I call Leo.

I thought he wouldn't pick up, but he does. His holographic image is standing right in front of me.

'Hey.', he says quietly.

'Leo. I…'

I take a deep breath. 'I'm sorry.'

He says nothing.

'I know I said some bad stuff. I know I said we were wrong for each other. That you believed in people, in…happiness', I wince, 'rainbows and daisies' were my actual words, 'and I didn't. You said if people tried hard enough, and they were in love enough, a lifetime of happiness is not impossible. And I disagreed. And said you sounded like a hopeless romantic. But…', I sigh, 'maybe I don't disagree anymore.'

'Really?', he tries to sound nonchalant but I hear the surprise. 'What changed your mind?'

'Just a family in the park. I was walking, and I saw them, and they were so happy…I thought that kind of happiness only existed in the movies, you know. Like, with mom and dad going through a bad time, and Alicia's dad leaving her mom, and Nick's mom cheating on his dad…I…I was never really convinced.'

'But now you are?', Leo raises an eyebrow.

'Well, maybe not entirely…but it's not impossible. I'm just a high-school kid, and I have a lot to figure out, but I think I can be convinced now. And no,' I say, seeing the look on his face, 'I'm not telling you to take me back. I'm just trying to say sorry, and that if I ever have the luck to find someone amazing like you again, someone who actually believes, I will try, really try to find that happiness.'

'Really?', he asks.

'Really.', I say.

'Then Hazel,', he says, a smile playing around his lips, 'Maybe we should give it another shot.'

Suddenly my eyes are tearing up.

'You serious?'

'Very.'

I grin. 'I promise to make it up to you.'

'Can't wait.' ,he winks.

'See you at your place in twenty minutes'

'Gotcha.'

I disconnect the call and pretty much start running.

And I thank the family in my mind, the family that has changed everything.