Status: Finished--possibilties of a sequel.
Next Time I Promise We'll Be Perfect
By now Brendon was all but a ghost in my life, except for my suspicions about the glorious flowers on my doorstep. Sometimes I cried, because I'm a fucking baby, and sometimes I'd see a picture of us together and I'd sigh, look at my cat, and eat some cookies. Sometimes I didn't think about him at all, which shocked me but also pleased me. Ryan visited me frequently, like Bridget, and I liked his company well enough. He didn't bring up Brendon, but his presence was enough to remind me. And then, one day, we were eating egg salad and playing Battleship in my living room. And it changed.
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Chapter One
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Chapter Two
Edited April 1 -
Chapter Three
Edited April 3 - Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter Eighteen
c'est finit.