What if Anderson is not dead? What if war is not over? What if Ella and Aaron never got over their traumas? Are they ready to continue their lives?
Was everything just Ella's dream, or was it reality?
Story continues two years after Ella's and Aaron...
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(two years after the wedding)
I'm locked up in a cell. It's dark. It's cold. I'm sitting in a corner of the room, hugging my knees and going back and forth. I'm scared. Terrified. How long have I been here? I look at the wall and start counting dashes. 1...2...3...4...5...
I've been locked up for 264 days. No. Wait. What about Aaron? What about Kenji? Nazeera? Adam? Alia? Ian? Lily? Castle...?
My head will explode. Was it all a dream? I open my diary and start scrolling through pages, hopefully there will be something. Something that will give me proof I'm not insane.
I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane.
Not again. Please. I look at my hands. Rings. There are no rings on them. Aaron gave me two rings. One for proposing and one for the wedding.
The wedding.
It was the most magnificent moment of my life. Sonya and Sara were playing violins. Everyone was clapping and cheering, and there was Aaron. He was so beautiful. He was smiling like never before, his dimples more visible then ever. Right beside him was Kenji. My best friend. They were looking at me as I was the most perfect thing ever. As the whole world stopped just so I can make my way to Aaron. For a moment, I thought that everything was over. There is no bad anymore. While I'm with him, I don't have to worry. Because I will always be safe. But it was all fake. It was all my imagination. Maybe I am going insane. Maybe I am insane. No. It can't be. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane.
The loud bang of the door opening interrupts my mind.
„You're getting a roommate," they said to me. „For good behavior," they said to me.
No. Please no. I already watched this movie. I want to watch Tangled with Kenji. I want to wake up by Aaron kissing my cheek, my forehead, my lips, my hair... I want to take a hot shower in our house, while knowing Kenji and Nazeera live right next to us. I want to cook with Aaron even I'm though terrible at it. I want to watch as Kenji and Aaron fight over stupid things while Naz and I laugh at them.
But I even don't know if they are real.
I watch as my roommate enters the room.
This is not Adam. Why did I think he would be Adam. He's tall, has blue eyes, he's around frothy years old. His body is strong, he's standing straight, like he's a supreme-
