Epilogue:
*Well you only need the light when it’s burning low, only miss the sun when it starts to snow, only know you love her when you let her go. Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low, only hate the road when you’re missing home, only know you love her when you let her go…and you let her go.*
September came and went, followed by seven more blessed months with the only man I’ll ever want. It’s May now, with temperature highs of only about sixty or so degrees (Fahrenheit), which still make an American girl, like me, shiver.
In late November, Harry and I moved in together…for the second time. It could’ve been foreseen by anyone. I was spending more time at his flat than my own, and probably kept half my wardrobe there, as well. I don’t know if we’ll have much more of a future than that, as Harry’s never really been to keen on the whole idea of marriage. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean, I’ve grown up dreaming, as every little girl does, of that perfect white wedding, but for now, this is enough. Being able to wake up next to Harry each morning might very well be enough to keep me satisfied for a lifetime.
November was also when Corey and Darcy returned home. They had been given the ok to come home, by Harry, almost immediately after Zayn had dropped the charges, and promised me he’d steer clear, but Corey had other ideas. For an extra week, they stayed away from home, spending some bonding time together on the road. Don’t ask me where Corey got the money for all of those hotels; I don’t really want or need to know.
Harry was glad when they got home. The day Corey texted him, telling him they were unpacked and settled back in at home, he rushed the both of us over to the trailer, going quite a few quite a bit over the speed limit. I’m warming up to the idea of Harry being a father, I guess. I hold Darcy a lot more, and I even offered to baby-sit when Corey needed someone, and Harry was busy. She’s gotten a job, now, working as a receptionist.
I’m not dumb. I see the way she looks at Harry, obviously lusting after him with a burning passion. I won’t pretend it doesn’t bother me, because it does. I mean, Corey is a breathtakingly beautiful woman, as well as the mother of Harry’s baby girl. How could I not feel just a tiny bit jealous? But Harry has made it blatantly obvious that he will only ever want one person in his life, and I am happy as hell that it’s me.
I feel lucky every day for Harry.
In January, to kick off the brand new year, I decided to take baby-steps towards getting back in touch with my family. I called Chloe up New Year’s Day, with actual sweat dripping down my forehead, and stinging my eyes. Harry sat next to me, silently, squeezing my hand to give me reassurance. It only somewhat helped to settle my stomach.
Chloe had picked up on one of the last rings, answering in her high, soprano voice, “Hello? Who is this?”
I’d answered simply, “Kelsie.”
“Oh my God, Kelsie? Um, hi!” She’d sounded surprised, which I guess was to be expected. I had spoken to my mother a few dreadful times since I’d run away to the U.K., but never any of my three siblings. It was hard, since I’d actually been pretty close to my young, half-sister.
“Yeah, it’s really me. I’m sorry I haven’t tried to contact you, Chlo, in a long while, but I want to talk now. Actually, I think we should meet up. How about that park I used to take you to when you were ten and I was fourteen?”
And we’d met up at the park. Harry had, of course, offered come to give me moral support, Chloe, after all, hadn’t really disliked him the way the rest of the family had, but I’d told him to stay behind. “It should just be me and my sister.”
I talked for a long time, but eventually, I couldn’t speak anymore, because tears began pouring from my eyes. Chloe was quiet a long time, watching me break down. And then, I’d felt two scrawny arms around my waist, and I knew that, somehow, even the issues with my family would work out over time. I had gotten my little sister back, so I could win over the rest of them. We stayed like that, hugging in the frigid air, for a good ten minutes. Her embrace warmed me down to my core.
I’ve been working on the rest of my family, too. These last few months, Chloe’s been over for dinner (Harry cooked, of course) almost every week. We’ve been doing a lot of catching up. Leah has come twice, and even Mark once. I think they’ve missed me a little, as I them. Harry even made a conscious effort to be friendlier.
My mom and step-dad…well, it’s complicated. I’ve spoken to both of them over the phone. I even asked them if they’d like to come over to Harry’s and my flat to visit, but they have yet to warm up to him. I think my mom may actually be scared of Harry, though how it’s possible she could fear anything, I will never know. Only time will tell if I will ever be able to rekindle that frayed relationship.
I’ve been begging Harry to try and contact his own family for weeks now. I’m getting on his nerves, I can tell. He barely ever talks about them, but, I mean, he has to have a family, somewhere. I asked him about them recently, and his response was, “They’re dead to me.”
I’m curious as to what they did to piss Harry off so badly, though I might never find out. Even if my boyfriend is being a little nicer now, for the sake of my siblings, he’s still pretty guarded. It’s in his nature to be, but he’s getting better. I think. I hope.
We celebrated Harry’s twenty-first birthday in February. It was a small little party, as we don’t really have many friends. Both Harry and I have always preferred to keep more to ourselves. Corey, Darcy, Skylar, and even Chloe came over to our place. We sat around, telling stories, and pigging out on an ice cream cake, which was extremely melted by the time we got around to it, as Harry hadn’t put it in the freezer. I spent the whole night comfortably seated on my boyfriend’s lap, kissing him and whispering, “Happy birthday,” in his ear every chance I got. I’m pretty sure no one will ever want to be around us again, what with all of the making out we did. Around one in the morning, he made everyone leave, even the passed out Darcy, so I could give him his very special birthday present.
We’ve both managed to stick to the promises we made the day we thought Harry was doomed. We stopped drinking and smoking, cold turkey. In a symbolic fashion, one frosty December night, to keep from falling to temptation, we burnt every pack of cigarettes, then doused the fire with every bottle of alcohol Harry had hidden around our flat. He threw his remaining gun in a pond at midnight the next day. It was hard at first, more so, for me, with the cigarettes. I had begun to lean on them for support when I was stressed, and now I was going to have to find a new way to deal with it. I think for Harry, giving up the alcohol has been the most difficult, but I know he likes to be out-of-control-drunk even less than I like it when he is. I think that’s one of his motivations to stick with sobriety, if not, at times, the only one.
In March, Harry, Corey, and I pooled together to buy a tiny little two bedroom home for Corey and Darcy.
The day Corey signed all the paperwork was a day I will never forget, because, even though I’ve never been and probably never will be Corey’s biggest fan, it made me blissful to see how her eyes lit up, knowing that she could now provide her daughter with a nicer, more stable home. Harry carried his little girl into her brand new home, and the two ran around for hours, laughing and playing. Corey and I sat on a few boxes in what would become the kitchen area, our eyes never tiring of watching the loves of our lives prove how eternally youthful they both were.
I’ve never considered my bad boy the paternal type, but he’s changing my mind.
I guess you could say I myself am growing more accustomed to my boyfriend having a baby. She’s an innocent little angel, so I can’t exactly despise her the way I originally wanted to. It feels like we’re all one slightly fucked up family, and I admit: I kind of like it that way.
Corey and I are better friends now. After our truce when Harry was in some serious hot water, we’ve been nicer to one another. It’s a good thing we’re friends, too, because Harry and I spend quite a bit of time over at that little, yellow house. I love it there. We’re away from the bulk of the city, so it’s quieter. There’s a little pond in the backyard, which the sun sets over. It’s like a post-card picture each evening.
I haven’t seen Zayn since I ran into him at Starbuck’s back in August, and he told me that we wouldn’t ever speak again. I heard that he moved to America, in pursuit of some new girlfriend. I never took him as the type to be whipped enough to follow a girl to another continent, but people surprise you. Some days, I find myself reminiscing about when Harry and I first started dating, and Zayn was Harry’s closest friend. The three of us used to have fun. Around the time the two boys had their falling-out, I’d met Skylar.
Ah, Skylar.
We’ll—Harry and I—never be able to repay her for what she did for us. I mean, sure, we’ll eventually have the money to literally pay her back, but what she did was too amazing to put a price on. After all of the hell and embarrassment we put her through, she saved Harry from prison, and me from the death of a broken heart. That proves how amazing of a friend she really and truly is.
We’ve been planning our little beach getaway for a little while now. We have already arranged to take a week off of work in July. Harry pouted at first that he couldn’t go. “The beach holds special memories for me,” he’d whined. “I took your virginity there, Princess!”
I’ll defiantly be thinking about that when I’m lying awake in a bed next to Skylar’s. Her parents, who did eventually forgive her for taking over three thousand dollars from their bank account, have a small beach house that we’ll be staying in. The very same one we’ve been using for about the last two years now.
And then, once August rolls around again, not only will I be turning twenty, which is exciting, but I’m also enrolled in university. Harry surprised me one night by handing me an application. He told me, in a tone that dared me to argue, “I know you want this, so don’t try and deny it. I’m going to make it happen for you, somehow.”
Apparently, Corey’s helping pay, too, since I helped buy her and Darcy the house. It’s a sweet gesture, but I’m still worried about the money situation. Harry and I still have out waitressing jobs at Parmigana’s, though we make a little bit more money now than we did before. More than ever, since I quit, I feel the urge to light up. Smoking calms me when I feel like I’m about to explode. Now, I rely on Harry to talk me off the edge. He swears that he can put me through school. I have no choice but to have faith that he knows what he’s talking about.
Words can’t express how grateful I am to have Harry by my side every single day of my life. It’s true that you never really understand how much a person means to you, or how much they affect your entire life, until you face losing them completely. He is my drug, one that I will never ever be able to give up. I once believed that Harry would be the death of me, but now I know he’s what gives me life. There’s no one else in the world that can bring out the fiery, passionate side of me.
Actually, there’s just no one like Harry.
I love him. That’s the one thing in my life that I know, without any sign of doubt, to be true. I love him so much, that it scares me. It scares me to think what would be left of me if I lost him. But he’s sworn to me, already, that he will do everything in his power to never leave my side. I know that he can’t live without me, either. We’re two halves of a whole. He is the side of me that is more carefree, with my actions and the things I say. He is the loud, fervent part of me. And I am his vulnerable, thoughtful side. The part of him that he is hesitant to share with many people.
Well, except me, of course. I can see who he really is without trying at all. Harry can put up his bad-boy, edgy front all he wants, but I will always know the true colors of his soul.
Today is Corey’s twenty-sixth birthday, so Harry and I came over to the little yellow house. It’s just us four, and then also Corey’s new boyfriend, Daniel. She sprung him on us as soon as we walked in the door, surprising us into an awkward silence. He’s nice I guess. Defiantly not who I would’ve pictured a girl like Corey Caldwell (Wesley, whatever you want to call her) going for.
While she’s all fiery hair and piercings, Daniel is quieter, with short, blond curls, and large, thick-rimmed glasses. He brought chocolate cupcakes with little candy hearts on the tops of each to Corey’s. Harry snorted when he saw them, and I quickly covered his mouth with my hand to keep him from saying anything cruel to the poor guy. He already looks nervous enough to be around Harry and me.
I haven’t spoken to him much this evening, as he’s basically been attached to Corey to whole time. It’s adorable, the way Daniel looks at Corey, with this sort of awe, as if he’s seeing an angel. Harry whispered in my ear that Daniel looks like a lost puppy, and I punched his arm, telling him to be nice. Clearly, Daniel is head over heels for her.
I think Harry’s just worried that this guy will end up being Darcy’s step-father, and he doesn’t want to face being replaced. If Corey ever did marry, then her new husband would be around Darcy more than Harry ever could. He hasn’t said anything, but I know that no one will ever be good enough for his little girl, or even her mother. He’s protective over both of them.
Harry just walked out the front door, after announcing he was in dire need for some fresh air. That’s probably code for ‘I can’t stand to watch that poor bastard drool over my baby-mama for even one more damned second’. I decide to go after him. With my eyes, I shoot Corey a silent apology. She shrugs, and turns her attention back to the baby, who is shoving frosting into her tiny mouth. Daniel is speaking quickly to her, using his hands to emphasize whatever it is he’s saying. Corey turns away from Darcy, nodding at Daniel. The way she’s grinning at him, I can tell she must actually like him. I smile at them, and walk out the front door. I know exactly where Harry will be.
Harry’s POV:
The water ripples as the pebble I just chucked makes contact with the pond’s glassy surface. I can’t skip a damned stone to save my life. I heave a sigh, and stuff both hands into the pockets of my excessively tight jeans. It was supposed to be a small little get-together, just me, Kelsie, Corey, and Darcy, of course. Did Corey really need to invite along her new completely whipped boy-toy to shove in my face?
Yes, ok, I’m jealous.
No, no, not like that. I don’t want Corey, of course not. Kelsie is my life, and always will be. But just the thought of Darcy ever having another father figure in her life…well, it makes me want to punch a wall. That’s another reason I got out of the house. I keep reminding myself that going down that particular road will just end with me in the emergency room, and accomplish nothing. No matter what I try to use to convince myself, however, the option’s only growing more and more enticing.
I probably shouldn’t have raced out of the house like that. I was rude. I’m trying to be a better person, for Kelsie’s sake, as well as Darcy’s. But I can’t stand to look at the idiot Daniel any longer. I know I should be supportive of Corey finding “love” or whatever the hell that is, because I have Kelsie, and Corey’s never really complained about that. Jesus, I’m being such a fucking hypocrite!
But this is my daughter we’re talking about. I don’t even want to think about how I’ll feel when Darcy decides to start dating. And God forbid some bloke ever tries to take her virginity. I’ll knock the teeth out of anyone who tries. And we’re not even talking about Darcy’s boyfriends yet, just Corey’s. I feel like ripping my hair out, one curly strand at a time. This is all too much.
I hear footsteps. I swing around, and find myself staring into the bright, powder blue eyes of my girlfriend. “Hey,” she says, working her way down the small hill to the pond I’m standing before, “You ok? You ran out of their pretty quickly.”
I hurl another rock into the small, shimmering pond. “Yeah, well I felt like I was intruding. That guy was eye-raping Corey.”
“Daniel,” Kelsie reminds me gently, “His name is Daniel Bleu.”
“Who cares what his name is? He’s just Corey’s newest plaything,” I laugh humorlessly. “Soon, she’ll be on to a new guy. She’s the type to eventually get bored and move on, Princess. Corey Caldwell doesn’t settle.”
Kelsie stops at my side. “I don’t know. They look pretty cozy, Harry.”
“Trust me. He’s a toy to her.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and then promptly plucks a stone from the few I hold in my hand. With a simple flick of the wrist, she skips her stone three times before it sinks to the very bottom. I feel like screaming. “Believe whatever you want. I’m betting that she’s going to stick out the highs and lows of relationships for Daniel.”
I dump the rest of the rocks in the water, and pull Kelsie against me. It feels so right to have her in my arms like this. We fit together like yin and yang; perfectly. “Can we talk about something else?” I nearly beg her.
“You don’t want to go back inside for a cupcake?” I can tell she’s taunting me.
“No,” I growl. “I don’t want a damn cupcake.”
Kelsie’s hands encircle my waist. “What do you want?”
“Oh, you really shouldn’t have asked me that, Princess.”
“I wasn’t making any sexual innuendos, Harry Styles,” she lets go of me, and tries to step out of my embrace. I don’t release her.
“Ok fine. I’ll behave myself.”
She stands on her tip-toes to kiss my lips quickly. I love the difference in our heights. She’s about a head shorter than me, so I either have to stoop low to kiss her, or bring her up to my level. “It’s been a whirlwind few months, hasn’t it?” she asks after kissing me.
“You could say that.”
The sun is going down in the sky, dipping down below the water. Pink and purple colors from the sunset illuminate the sky. Rays of weak sunlight are shot in every direction. I glance at Kelsie. Her haunting blue eyes are on me again. I want to write poetry about her eyes, and I despise poetry. That’s how crazy I am for this girl.
I have spent probably our entire relationship trying to make it seem like she’s the one that’s more whipped, but the truth is, I am. I’m the one who is always being so damn over-protective, to an annoying, obsessive extent. No matter what she does or says, I will always know that it is I who has fallen to her.
Kelsie runs her long fingers through my hair, screwing up all the hard work I put into getting it to stay pushed back, out of my eyes. I snatch her hands, holding them hostage in my own. She smiles playfully. “You almost went to jail.”
“A walk down memory lane? Alright then.”
She rolls her eyes again. I’ve noticed she does that a lot around me. Everything I say she seems to think is ridiculous. I plant a kiss on both of her hands, and then release them from my grip. She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Bad, bad boy. Almost got arrested and locked up in a cell for seven years of his life.”
I cringed. “Ugh. That sure isn’t a pleasant memory, Kels.”
I feel her shaking with laughter at my response. I’m not looking at her anymore, instead staring at the setting sun off in the distance. It really is beautiful. I guess I can see how people are always going on and on about how romantic picnics at sunset are, and things of that nature. Ugh. I never used to be this sappy. Kelsie really did bring a side of me to light that I had no clue even existed.
“You know, I’ve never been as shocked as when I found out it was Sky who paid Zayn off,” Kelsie said, interrupting my thoughts on the sunset (did I really just say that?).
It’s true. I would never have anticipated Skylar’s heroic move, either. I mean, I had figured the poor girl would hate me with everything she had for cheating on her. Probably Kelsie even more, since she had stabbed her in the back. But Skylar has proven herself the bigger person, in the end.
“I told you we should’ve sent a giant basket of muffins to thank her,” I say teasingly. I had actually suggested this. When Kelsie had first revealed to me who it was that gave Zayn the money to drop the charges, I had been too stunned to make a better first comment.
Kelsie slaps my chest, laughing. “Oh, God! Let’s not have that fight again!”
“It was more like a disagreement. I mean, there was no screaming, hitting, and/or breaking of sharp objects.”
She looks surprised by my observation. “You know, you’re right. That wasn’t a real fight. We don’t really fight anymore. The last time things got explosive was the night, back in August, that you were shit-faced.”
The memory is not a fond one, as I had sliced open Kelsie’s leg with a shard from a broken vodka bottle. “I’m glad we don’t fight,” I say, leaving a lingering kiss on the top of her head. “I’d much rather just get along with you all the time, Princess.”
Kelsie spins around in my arms, so she is facing me. The sun is right above her head, forming a golden halo behind her. She has never looked more like an angel, to me, than in this moment. “It feels weird, though. We always have explosive fights. It’s a part of our relationship. The passionate part.”
I grin at her, licking my lips, “There’s only one kind of passionate I want to be with you, Princess, and it does not involve any form of arguing.”
Kelsie’s POV:
He is such a boy. “I’m trying to have a serious discussion with you, and all you want to do is subtly hint at your plans for this evening.”
“I’m glad you cracked the code.”
I sigh in exasperation. “Should I just go back inside without you, or…”
Harry tightens his grip around me, forcing me to stay in the warm circle of his bulky arms. I press myself even harder against his lanky body, succumbing to him, as usual. “Don’t think you’re going anywhere, Kels,” he whispers in my ear, his cool breath against my skin making me shiver.
“Ok,” I say, somewhat giddily. I feel light-headed. Harry literally makes me feel like I’m high.
And then his mouth is crashing hard into mine. Harry parts my lips with his tongue, running his hands up and down my back, holding me to him. There is desperation behind his kiss, like if he doesn’t get enough of me, then he will surely drop dead. I kiss him back, wild and hard, locking my arms around his neck. Nothing makes me feel more electric, more on fire than when I’m kissing Harry. I can feel it in every nerve.
We break apart solely for the purpose of breathing. We’re still so close, that I can feel his labored breathing in my face, and hear his panting loudly in my ears. “Now I really know what I want to do.”
“Harry,” I say sternly, still catching my breath from the marathon kiss. “At Corey’s birthday party?”
“You’re the one who pointed out how otherwise occupied she is with Daniel!”
I laugh, my head falling against his shoulder with the force. Eventually, I quiet. Harry rocks us slowly, humming low under his breath. “What song are you humming?” I ask quietly.
I look up at him, my eyes roving over his sharp, sexy jaw-line and chiseled cheekbones. Harry won’t meet my eyes. I could swear he’d blushing. “Erm, just a song I heard once.”
He has stopped humming, so I can’t even try and figure it out on my own. “Don’t be embarrassed, Harry,” I tell him as convincingly as I can. “C’mon. What are you humming?”
“Fine,” Harry gives in with a groan. “I was humming She is Love by Parachute. I don’t know why. I guess the song makes me think of you, or maybe you make me think of the song. I’m not sure. Either one, or maybe both.”
I am speechless. I know the song. “Harry, that’s so sweet.”
“Don’t go all soft on me! Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have told you!”
“I’m so glad you did.” I tell him, reaching both hands up to cup his face. “I love seeing your sensitive side, Harry. Honest to God, it makes me happy to see you act like you have emotions. You try so hard to act like nothing affects you. Well, I enjoy affecting you in positive ways.”
Harry goes speechless for a moment, his face now tilted downwards, so he’s meeting my eyes once again. Finally, he manages, “You like it when I act so feminine and sappy? How is that possible?”
I chuckle, stroking his cheek gently with one of my hands placed on his face. “I believe I once told you that I like when a man has a sensitive side. I also like a man with vulnerabilities.”
“One vulnerability,” Harry corrects me. “You.”
I’m feeling very weak in the knees. Thank God Harry’s holding me, otherwise I may very well collapse. “See,” I whisper, “I love when you say things like that. You make me melt, Harry.”
He grins crookedly, looking smug all of a sudden. “You’re not going to faint, are you? You’re looking a little pale, Princess.”
“I’m always pale, dumbass!”
“Language, Erikson,” Harry reprimands me mockingly. “Speak like a lady.”
“I’m no lady.”
Harry blinks. “I know,” he assures me, bringing his face lower to mine. “You wouldn’t be my Kelsie if you were the type with a stick always up your ass.”
He’s so close to me know, I’m literally trembling in anticipation, my every nerve tingling with awareness. I’m holding my breath, waiting to see what he’ll do. Harry chuckles lightly at whatever face I’m making. “Kels?” he murmurs to me.
“Mmmhmm?” I barely manage, my eyes locked on his lips.
“Do you want me to kiss you or something?”
He barely finishes speaking, before I grab him by the hair, and drag his lips down to meet mine. His mouth melts against mine, hot and heavy. I feel like I’m drowning in him, and yet I’m not scared of being consumed by it. I allow myself to be pulled under by Harry, until I feel like I myself am burning, becoming the fire. I feel alive in his arms. I need him. I know this to be true.
“Jesus,” Harry moans against my mouth, “I love you. So much more than is healthy for one person to love another.”
I can barely find a breath to respond. “I-I love you t-two.”
I fit my head against his shoulder, hugging him hard. I can still feel the fire inside my body, burning away everything that is irrelevant in that moment of passion. I breathe Harry. I live for Harry. With every fiber of my being, I love Harry.
The sun has not completely set behind me. I can feel Harry watching it over my head. The world is blanketed in darkness. Right about now, Corey will probably be putting Darcy down, trying to get her to settle down so she can sleep. Daniel is probably still hanging around Corey, trying to captivate her attention for as long as possible, but none of that matters. It feels as if Harry and I are the only two living souls on the planet.
“You have me wrapped around your finger,” Harry murmurs to me. It’s so dark now, that even though I am pressed up against Harry, his finer details are blurred and consumed by shadows.
I shake my head. “No, it’s the opposite. You have me wrapped around your finger. I would do anything, be anything for you.”
“I guess we’re both pretty whipped, huh?” he whispers into the darkness.
I nod. “Harry, you’re all I’m going to ever want,” my voice is so whispery and inaudible; it’ll be a wonder if Harry can actually make out what I’m saying. “Promise me you’ll never leave. I won’t be able to move on if you do.”
Harry becomes rigid in my arms. When I glance up, his pale green eyes are wide with surprise, and staring down at me. “Do you…,” he trails off, then starts again. “Do you think I could ever leave you? Princess, that might be the most absurd thing you’ve ever said. As if I could stop wanting you with every single ragged, bitter piece of me! Do you really believe I could?”
“It seems more likely than me leaving you.” I tell him, though my question does seem a little silly now, after the passion Harry had put behind his words.
“It would kill me,” he tells me bluntly. The way he says it, so sure of himself, with sincerity ringing out as clear as a bell, I do not doubt it. “Kels, I wish you would believe me when I say that I love you more than I love life itself, because there is no point in a life without you in it.”
“I believe you,” I whisper.
Harry kisses me quickly, just a soft pecking of the lips. “Good.”
We lapse into a comfortable silence. In this moment, I feel more infinite than ever before. If I have learned something from my relationship with Harry, it’s that you can’t expect too much from tomorrow, and you have to live in the moment. Who knows what kind of hell will crash down upon us when we wake tomorrow? But for now, we have created ourselves our own little piece of paradise. There is nothing that I could want that I don’t already have.
I guess you could say it was worth it. Every last second he and I spent, fighting so desperately hard for this kind of love.
Don’t ever let him go, ladies. If you love someone enough to put up with all of their shit, all of their absolute nonsense, every last bit of their craziness, then you fight as hard as you possibly can. Because there is such a thing as soul mates.
And believe me when I say that I have found mine.
*The End*