Epilogue
7 Years Later
There is a forest where a woman and a man stand before an arch made of twigs and moss. Tiny wildflowers fill the space where the bark is thin. They’re a bit older than the last time we saw them. The woman has wildflowers sewn through her hair, and a dress the color of the deepest ocean covers her body.
A black tux with no embellishments adorn the man’s figure. He’s looking at her with tear-lined eyes, full of love. She’s looking at him with tears of joy dripping slowly down her face. They hold each other’s hands, vowing to love one another for the rest of their lives.
An audience sits in chairs filled with their closest family and friends, a small affair that the woman and man agreed on. Their guests are standing, clapping, and hollering for the newlywed couple.
The woman smiles as the man guides her into a low dip, kissing her again and making her knees weak. They celebrate their wedding, dancing with all of their loved ones, drinking champagne, and stuffing cake into their mouths.
When they are alone, in a cottage they’ve called their own, they lay down in bed together. Exploring each other’s bodies and the pleasure they wring from one another.
And with every orgasm the woman collects, she knows this is not like any of her other dreams. Because she is no longer dreaming, she is awake and making memories to last a lifetime.