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The Final Chapter

Sorry I've taken so long, I think I've just grown out of this story as a writer but I do want to put an end to things so enjoy

---Emma---

It's been six years.

Six years ago I met Jake and Abby.

Six years ago their parents disappeared.

And six years ago Emily died.

That was the craziest year of my life.

Since then I have graduated high school and college, along side with Jake.

Greg and Abby are the bestest of friends and spend every moment possible with each other. Abby still lives with my family at home, while Jake and I are living together in an apartment near campus.

I'm staring at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. My black dress hugs my curves yet it is still modest. The scars on my arms cause me to grab a sweater, even though it's nearly seventy degrees out.

My facial expression is stern which I guess is good because I look ugly when I'm smiling.

I grab the bundle of flowers by the sink and rush to leave before Jake gets home from the store. Each time I do this I just drive myself further into depression.

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The twelve minute drive is familiar, since I have been making it at least once a month for as long as I can remember.

I make my way through the windy sidewalk until I go off the path to approach her.

I come up to Emily's grave and all the heat slipped out of me at once and I collapsed to the ground.

I place the flowers by the grave stone next to the others I have previously placed.

I visit her once a month just like I promised years ago.

---Emily---
*flashback*
I am breathing heavily after my rant to parents and team of doctors.

"I want to sign a DNR." I say to break the silence I created.

"Em, lets talk about this you aren't in your right mi" my father starts.

"Stop! I am done, I'm sorry but I am so done. I have been for years. I'm sorry but please don't make me ask again." I sigh and close my eyes. Once a clip board is placed on my bedside table I open my eyes and begin the process.

After everything was said and done, I felt the sad part of me disappear, and the thought of death was pleasing.

I need to tell Emma what I just did, but I just don't know if I can bring myself to do so.

I'll just text her later and tell her that I'll be going home later tonight and that I'll be re admitted for an outpatient procedure in a few days or so.

An hour later I have all of my things packed up and am still waiting on a few more pieces of paper to be delivered.

A tingling sensation begins to spread through both of my legs, I am just assuming that they fell asleep so I try to move them to get the blood flow back.

When I can't move my legs I try to move my left arm with no success. I feel like I would panic if I weren't ready to die, but I am. Surely I would like more time with my loved ones but I couldn't des with the physical and emotional pain and stress anymore.

"I love you guys, emily, jake, and abby," I mutter out to my parents while I still have the ability to move my mouth.

"Emily no," my parents say and stand alert at my bedside and they call a doctor in.

"Can you move anything?" My mother asks while a single tear drops out of her left eye.

Since I am Unable to respond, she takes that as a no.

The doctor then spoke up. "It's the brain tumor, she is just as well as gone." Is the last thing I hear before a static noise takes over my ears and tunnel vision rears its way to my eyes until everything is black and there is nothing else I am able to hear.

---Emma---
*back to current time*

The day I picked up the phone call from Emily's mom was the day my life changed. And I knew what she was going to say as soon I read the caller id.

I've been here for twenty minutes just talking to her about my life and how much I miss her. That was all I could take, that was all I could ever take. after saying goodbye I began to head home.

Upon arriving back at the apartment, I got off the elevator to a line of rose pedals. I began to follow it and it lead right to apartment 3D, my apartment.

I go to unlock the door but it is already open. I push it open to see Jake wearing a suit on one knee with a dozen red roses on his lap and a diamond ring in a box on his hand.

My jaw drops.

"Will you marry me?"

THE END

Ha ha I hope that everyone who has read my book to this point is happy with the ending to some extent at least.

At this point I don't see myself writing a second book, but some of the characters may show up in my other book "My doctors son" so you should read that too.
Thanks for reading