OH MY GOODNESS. HERE IT IS. WE'RE DONE AND FINISHED.
I can't even comprehend. This is crazy. I cannot believe that we have come this far, you and me, together, through this incredible journey.
This was my first story. You saw me at my worst, you witnessed my falls, you watched me grow.
And now, all I can say is THANK YOU. Thank you to every single person who ever read my story, even if you hated it. I love all the fans of this story individually, and I am forever grateful for you being so patient with my amateur writing.
However, we are not done yet. I am now working on the sequel, in which the gang tries to fix all the problems that haunt them.
So, read, review, relax, and know that I love you all so much.
You're the Hyde to my Jackie. ;)
P.S: It's super short, I know. :/
P.S.S: PREVIEW OF THE SEQUEL WILL BE POSTED SOON.
He stood. It could barely be described as standing, the way he slouched against the cold wall, looking at the ground and seeming as if he might fall asleep at any second.
But he stood nonetheless. His knuckles turned a kind of deep white-the kind that stays in your mind even after you look away-and he could feel the sweat under his palm as he gripped the phone.
His appearance had changed, that was for sure. The changing did not just begin-his looks had been deteriorating for about a year now, slowly and steadily. Circles under his eyes were like marks on a calendar, representing every single night he lied in his bed restless and sleepless. His skin was dry and had a sort of roughness that was never before present in his old boyish looks.
The desired person picked up the phone, finally, and for the thousandth time in his life, it seemed, he did not know what to say.
He closed his eyes, knowing the amount of time he was allotted for phone use was limited.
Finally, he found his words, the only ones he needed to say:
"I need a lawyer."
Eric Forman never did have a way with words.