18AN:/ I know I was waffling about an epilogue, but I decided to write it. Tie up loose ends and whatnot. Thanks again for everyone's support, whether in a review, alert, favourtie, or just a hit :D You are all extremely BUENO~
One year later...
Rain patters down on the purple umbrella I have suspended above us, spilling out over the sides. All around me, nothing can be heard but the storm. Fitting, really, considering we're at a cemetery.
Daegal is on his knees, a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, with his forehead leaning on the gravestone. His empty hand is pressed to the face of the smooth memorial that reads 'Here lies Andrew Sullivan. Loyal friend until the end.', and his fingers trace the letters. I stand silently behind him, one hand resting on his shoulder in a weak attempt at comforting my boyfriend.
"Three years now, Phee," he rasps finally, turning his head to look up at me. There's a sad smile on his lips, so I force a smile in return. I never knew Andrew, since he died two years before I met Daegal, but I feel as though I did, through the stories I had been told over the past months. I squeeze the shoulder I'm holding and Dae takes his hand from the grave to set over mine. Neither of us move, content to just stay in this moment of peace and tranquillity forever, but everything must come to an end. I take a deep breath and make my smile more real.
"Ready to go?" I ask softly as I crouch to set down my own bouquet. I lean my head on the brunette's shoulder momentarily before straightening up again and holding out my hand for him. Daegal nods, sets his flowers down, and stands, taking the offered hand.
I find it hard to believe that a year has passed so quickly. Adults always say that time flies, and you'll be grown up before you know it, but I never believed it. However, this year may have proven me wrong. So many things have happened, but not to me. My life has not been directly changed since the whole fiasco with James, and I am glad to have this extended period of normalcy. Indirectly, though, many things have fallen into place. My band has gotten a few more gigs, but we've recently decided that we're more of a garage band than a concert band, and have given up our dreams of the big leagues. Phoenix's man-whoring ways have been put to an end, thanks mostly in part to our friendly neighbourhood Keegan, and I couldn't be happier for the two of them. Though they argue almost constantly, it's obvious that they love each other. Monique and Simon split apart a little after Christmas, but seem to be going along fine as friends, after the obvious period of awkwardness. And my Dad has even found someone: a lovely, Scottish woman with two little sons of her own. I haven't seen him this happy in years.
As for Daegal and I, well, we're still together. I don't know how long we'll last, and I don't really care. I've decided to live life for the moment, see where each new day takes me, and I know that as long as I have my health and my friends, I don't have to worry about a thing.