Author's Note- BY THE WAY...this is the last chapter, the epilogue.
An unseen force prompts the elderly man to snap back to the present. His aged eyes blink rapidly, clearing the moisture pooling in their teal depths from the onslaught of memories. A nervous smile ticks his cheeks, and he apologizes for losing himself so easily. He claims a lot had happened since then, but then lifts his distant gaze at the blushing skies, time hurrying along so quickly.
Behind his bench, and across the bustling evening crowd, an old apartment complex stands, the walls decorated with an array of flowers, splurges of color, and symbols of many differences coming together. The old man declares he could never be more proud. He raises his grand eyebrows, listening to quiet words upon his head, and grew bashful. He had forgotten something, muttering about a fifty year reunion. With a hunched lurch, he rises from his seat, and raises a hand to lightly swat at a disturbance in his hair.
Besides, he says he must get back to a bakery, before someone he lovingly dotes on eats his couch stuffing from over exaggerated hunger. As he bustled along the sidewalks, the orange sun strikes his once vibrant hair, and a hint of glitter flutters to the ground from the fairy on top of his head.
A.N.- PHEW. Okay, time to give thanks. Thanks to those who dive deep into the fanbase to stumble across this story, and know and tolerate enough to come this far to the end. Thanks to those who take those moments to leave funny reviews. Thanks to my beta reader (you know who you are, palbuddy), and dealing with me being difficult and weird. AND THANK SPELLCHECK. Where would I be without it?!