A/N Sorry this took so long. Story of my life. But in my defence my baby macbook died- guys, back up your work. I had a heart attack when I thought I'd lost everything. Then this epilogue gave me more grief than you would ever believe. BUT WE'RE DONE FRIENDS! I'm SO EXCITED! I wish I could take you all out to dinner to celebrate, but since I can't, just imagine yourself being squashed in a giant virtual hug. ;)

Thank you to Mackenzie for beta-ing the ep, for telling me what I needed to hear, and for putting up with my whining despite having a truckload of school work. You're awesome babe. :)

To Miss Dee: to answer your confusion, Noel hates Tyler in the beginning for several reasons. He's extremely arrogant. He says mean things. He's selfish. She can't relate to him. And he hates her because she's, in short, a brat. She's interfering. She can be condescending. Although hate is probably too strong a word. They think they hate each other, but purely because they've known each other for so long, they are used to each other being around, if that makes sense. If something terrible were to happen, the other would be there, albeit extremely reluctantly. No, there will not be a sequel. Haha I think that might kill me. But I think it would be fun to do a oneshot about Chas, or even George. If I could think of a storyline worthy of them. We'll see. :)

Also- I made a livejournal, somewhat belatedly, but to track my writing endeavours! Haha little bit excited. Would be even more excited to see YOU over there so if you're on lj, add me- tell me who you are too- that's fun lol- and I'll add you back! My username is outfortea. There's a link in my profile, at homepage.

And as for the burning question on all your lips (don't lie, I know it's there)- WHAT NEXT BLAK PEARL, WHAT NEXT? The danger of sincerity needs to be finished. After that you'll probably just be seeing one shots from me. I am working on a new novel- it's inspired by a question I took from sleeping beauty- what would it be like to grow up knowing you're going to fall asleep for 100 years at the age of sixteen? And it's also born of my wish to see a really strong, kick ass "princess" who you can relate to, who could be you or one of your friends, who doesn't need the "prince" to complete the happily ever after. After much much MUCH thought, I won't be posting that on fictionpress, at least not till its finished (and that could be years. How depressing). For many reasons, but mostly because I want the flexibility to work on it and go back and change things, which is hard to do when you've already posted it. But if you're interested, add me on lj, I'll be putting snippets up.

This is longer than the epilogue which is obscene, so I'll end here. Thanks again for reading- the sheer number of you blows me away. And since this is your last chance to do it, and my last chance to ask, I really do love hearing your thoughts in your review. One line- what you liked, what could be improved, questions you still have- anything you have to say, if you haven't said it already. :)

lots of love!


Epilogue

Six months later I am hit with one of those blinding insights, in a moment when you feel like you are a third person spectator to your own life.

After a long day at uni and a drink at the Marley with Jet and Noah and Chas and George- the people who make me laugh until I am light enough to float sky-high, I am staying the night in Glebe with the boy who has made me cry the hardest. But there are times, in the afternoon over take-away Chinese, in the morning over coffee and sleep-crusted eyes, when those memories fade, when I remember he was the reason I stopped crying, too. My back fits into the curve of his stomach and his chest. The rise and fall of his breath is a warm blanket. The night is still, soothing in its silence.

In that moment, I feel walls closing around me, paths closing off, as if the landmarks identifying my life out of the six billion others are ready to wear and tear and age alongside me. When did my life become so normal? What happened to the world? What happened to taking action? What happened to making changes?

Tyler shifts onto his back and I take advantage of this slight break in his sleep to poke him on the shoulder.

"Tyler?"

"Hm?"

"Tyler, let's go to Ecuador."

"What?"

"Will you come with me to Ecuador?"

He blinks at me, eyes cat-like in the dark. "I'll go anywhere with you, if you'll just let me sleep."

He gives me a half smile and I know he means it. I roll onto my side, tucking into him, and he puts an arm over my shoulder. And I think- enough with waiting for the play button to be hit, enough with torturing myself with every ingredient to make my life into a mundane, horrid stew. Sure there are things I want to do, to change, to be- but I'm eighteen and I'm still figuring myself out. I'm still figuring out what will make me happy. And I have Tyler and I have tenacity and all the time in the world.