Epilogue

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Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

The tense atmosphere poisoned the cool crisp winter air and the nature around it. The fresh frozen grass, the iced trees, the people.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glint on snow

Everything seemed so final. The gravel moved roughly against the tires of the cars and the footsteps that followed were barely a distant echo.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain

The tombstones littered the ground like a junk yard, each one no more painful than the next.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Every new flower, every old flower represented the soul that was no more.

Of quiet birds in circling flight,

I am the soft starlight at night

The crowd had gathered; this was to be expected. He was very popular, very loved.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

The ground in the hole that was meant for him seemed too dark and dense. That was not his life.

I am not there, I do not sleep,

His most beloved people stood centre front before the hole in the ground.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

It was time to say goodbye.

I am not there, I did not die.

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Stella brushed her tears away, glancing up at Joe's own reddened eyes. She smiled softly and reached up to wipe his tears away and leaned in to place a slight kiss on his cheek. He sighed and wrapped his arm around her, embracing her comfortable touch.

Kevin was behind them, walking hand in hand with Angie. He turned behind and offered Macy a quaint smile; not that it would be of any comfort. He snaked his arm around Angie's waist and she did the same. Her own tears had yet to dry like his and he reached down to plant a kiss on her head.

Macy wrapped her arms around herself painfully, taking one last look at the grave that was getting filled up with earth. She wiped her tears away, again, for the hundreth time that day and sighed. Warm arms wrapped themselves around her body and pulled her in for a hug.

"Hey Mace" Nick whispered into her ear, "It's okay, everything's gonnah be okay".

Macy smiled against his neck, loving the smell of his shampoo, "You don't think I'm stupid and lame for crying over a dog?".

Nick chuckled, "No of course not, that's why I love you, silly... Tommy was... He was special".

Macy kissed his neck and glanced up, staring at the scar that ran from behind his ear down to his neck. She bit her lip, like she always did when she clocked the scar.

"Macy" Nick drew her eyes away from it, "Stop it, I know what you're thinking, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, okay? You couldn't have stopped her, okay? She... She couldn't be stopped but she isn't coming back, okay? She's locked up and she's never getting out".

"It should have been me in that jeep, Nick" Macy whispered.

"No, stop it" Nick growled, "Don't say things like that, I couldn't live without you if anything happened, do you understand me?".

Macy sighed and nodded slowly, "I love you too".

"Guys, c'mon!" Joe called after them, getting into his car.

"Can we go for food, guys? I'm starving!" Kevin muttered.

"I say chinese!" Stella smiled.

"I think I hear the sound of pizza calling my name actually" Kevin grinned back.

Nick and Macy got in the back seat and closed the doors. Joe started the car and began to drive off.

Nick wrapped his arm around Macy who replied to his embrace, content with their closeness.

"Y'know Mace?" Stella said, putting on lipgloss, "It's gonna be 2 years tomorrow since you were struck by lightning".

"I know" Macy replied, "I never forget" she smiled softly at the pun.

Nick interwined his fingers with hers and sighed.

"So, Chinese or Pizza?" Angie spoke up, "My stomach is so hungry!".

Macy leaned back into Nick, content to listening to the gang's arguings of where to eat. This was it. Everything was finally starting to be okay again.

This was only the beginning.


A/N: Heeey! last chapter, so excited to get this finished, lemme know your thoughts:)? And I know it's quite unrealistic to have someone in a car accident and only have one scar but hey, I figured I might have people with pitch forks after me if I a) killed Nick off or b) disfigured his pretty little face and we wouldn't want that so yeah, one visible badass scar on his neck and several... elsewhere;).

Credit where credit's due; the poem is Mary Frye's Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep, just amazing!

Also I wanna thank everyone who reviewed and hopefully will review, you guys are the inspiration, truly(L)! And a big shoutout to PhoebeKay and csiawsomeJONASlover who has reviewed nearly every single chapter, thank you, it made me go on when I was about to give up!

-ciao amigos:)

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