The Misblown Wind

Epilogue

A few months later

As I look back now, I can see the path I walked down. It had been a long path. It had been so long.

If someone asked me, did it get back to normal as the days passed? I don't know the answer yet. I am still figuring it out. But one thing is for sure: It gets easier.

There were days when I went on without thinking about him, even once. And there were some days when I could not even get out of bed. I would stay put, being zoned out, not sure of what I was thinking and doing with life. There were days when I was as happy as a dog with two tails, and then there were days when I was hard on myself and got angry at myself for being incapable of doing something about it.

There were days when I appreciated myself for not thinking about him much, and I started believing that I was over this but then ended up dreaming about him the whole night. There were days when I was not sure where I was headed, and I was not sure where life was leading me. And then there were days when I couldn't figure out if I was moving forward or backward. It was so hard to figure that out.

But one thing I had in mind was to deal with it and get over it. I wanted to get out of this so badly. But I was also clinging to it one way or another. Maybe it was the fear of what would happen next if I was completely over this. Maybe I was too afraid to face that change after being stuck in there for months and getting used to it.

I knew that the only way to move forward from there was to completely believe and accept in my heart that it was over and that it would point a way towards something better. But every time I tried to accept that, I was left with a question: Do I even want something better than that? That always kept me an inch away from accepting life.

The only thing I consistently did was try to come out of it one day at a time and hope that I was not stuck here forever.

But now, after months, I could see myself evolving in a way that I never imagined. It was indeed a long journey. It took me a lot of wrecked-up days to finally get where I am now. I learnt the hard way that acceptance is the key to everything.

I was happy that I pulled it off to this extent. I might not be completely over everything right now, but I strongly believe that I have crossed the hardest phase, and it won't be longer until I make it fully.

And I hope there is still a Garrett Blake waiting for me.

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💥 Sequel Alert  💥

I thought of writing a P.O.V. sequel to this story from Henry's point of view.

Comment down if it's a good idea.

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Every vote, comment, and suggestion meant so much to me.

Thank you so much for sticking with Elena and Henry and for putting up with me and my irregular updates! ❤️

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