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• Epilogue—
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• *4 months later*
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• The smell of roses, chocolates, and sweets filled my lungs as I strode through the carnival East Bay High was having. Stands were crowded in the front lawn along with a stage for some immature band that was going to play later on. I skipped down the aisle with stuffed animals, past the candy apple stand, and to the steps of the school where I sat down, dragging my hands over my backside to hold down my flowing white skirt. Taylor, without looking, stuck his plate of funnel cake in my direction and I accepted his offer.
• “This carnival is bogus.” He said, swallowing a piece.
• “I think it’s nice.” I smiled, grabbing a portion that was covered in powdered sugar. He mumbled something about love being overrated. All I could do was smile inwardly and keep eating. “Well....” I breathed. I stood up, dusted off my skirt, and jabbed my hand out for him to take. He stared at it skeptically until he accepted it and heaved himself up. I let go, crossing my arms over my chest.
• “It looks like we’re the only ones who aren’t going all goo-goo-gaa-gaa over somebody.” I observed.
• “It seems so.” He agreed and shoved his hands in his gym short pockets. I tinge of overwhelming happiness tweaked at my heart when I thought of the only capable reason for why the two of us were in our current position. Taylor seemed to be thinking it too.
• “He spared us.” I whispered. I blinked the tears away before they could spill or be noticed. Too late... Taylor smirked and rubbed my arm affectionately.
• “It’ll be fine. Trust me.” he soothed.
• “I know that. It’s just I remembered what he told me.” I said, wiping away more tears. He leaned in for me to continue. “He said he was worried about when this day arrived because he couldn’t control his arrows. He just thinks, and shoots. That’s why I’m crying.”
• “In case you were wondering, I am thinking about you.” He noted. “But I understand how you feel towards me and about him, so I’m restraining myself.”
• We laughed together about how he was giving up his personal love for mine.
• “Thanks, Taylor.” I sniffled. He nodded and removed his hand from my side. Someone announced that the concert was about to start over the intercom and people rushed towards the stage around back. I wasn’t interested in watching, so I told him to go on ahead and that I’d rather just sit here and listen. He urged me to follow, but I waved him off. Reluctantly, he hopped over the railing and blended in with the crowd. The yard was a mess—paper plates, cups, bags, and so much more was askew—the cleaning crew was going to be pissed. I rested my chin in my hands and my elbows on my knees as I gazed at the distant city lights. It was getting late and I didn’t want to stay there much longer. I texted Taylor that I was leaving and walked to my--or should I say his-- silver Mustang.
• As soon as I got home, Keith greeted me from the living room and I said ‘hi’ back. I didn’t feel like explaining the carnival to him and luckily he could tell. I closed my door behind me, tossed the keys to my bed, and kicked my shoes off. The fluttering of a bird’s wings caught my attention when it landed on the open window seal. Obviously I forgot to close it. It was a white dove. In its mouth was a red rose, the reddest rose I’ve ever seen if I might add. My eyes scanned the empty surroundings of the trees outside to see if some stranger had released it and was now hiding. I didn’t see anyone, so I timidly reached for the rose, jolting when the dove flapped its wings and took off into the darkening sky. I watched it leave and then looked down at the rose lying in my hand. A note was attached. Squinting, I read the elegant handwriting, my heart racing in my chest when the scent of a God burned my nose. On the tab of paper was:
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• “For you, my love. Our love is never ending and I shall adore you until the last of these roses die.”
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• Confused, I wearily turned the lights on and gasped. Roses, roses, roses, everywhere! On my bed, on my nightstand, in the corners of my room. Everywhere!!!! But they weren’t ordinary roses, they were glass roses. Tears welled up that I couldn’t prevent and I collapsed to my knees. Keith came running to my room and paused when he saw the gift that had furtively been delivered.
• “Bugga...” he whispered in amazement. Till the last of these flowers die, huh? I think I could handle that....
• ~Fin~
• *(yay! Lol, I hope this somehow reached ur expectations or w/e. Keep an eye out for the sequel: “A Stroke of Enchantment” I should have it out by...idk, Monday or so?? Anyways, give this story the rates it deserves! Long live Jamie and Eros!!!! <3)*