Epilogue
One Year Later
Senior year is different.
Better.
Ivy and I are applying to grad schools together, business programs that will take both of us. We're building a future deliberately, carefully, with both of our dreams considered.
I'm working two jobs to pay my tuition after my parents cut me off. It's hard, exhausting, but also freeing. Everything I achieve now is mine. Not bought with their money or connections.
Ivy got a summer internship at a Fortune 500 company. I'm doing research with Professor Hendricks. We're both building careers we actually want.
My parents haven't spoken to me since that call. My father sent one email, offering to restore funding if I "came to my senses." I deleted it without responding.
I don't need them anymore. I have Ivy. I have real friends. I have a life I'm proud of.
"Stop overthinking," Ivy says, noticing my distant expression. We're at the end-of-year business banquet, celebrating senior achievements.
"I'm not overthinking. I'm appreciating."
"Appreciating what?"
"This. Us. The fact that we made it through everything and came out stronger."
"We're pretty great," she agrees. "But we're also late for Isla and Sebastian's engagement party. Come on."
She pulls me toward the door, and I follow willingly.
Because wherever Ivy goes, I go.
For the rest of our lives, if she'll have me.
And based on the ring I have hidden in my dorm room, the one I'm planning to give her at graduation, I'm hoping she will.
But that's a story for another day.
For now, I'm just grateful.
Grateful for second chances.
Grateful for forgiveness.
Grateful for the girl who saw past my worst mistakes and loved me anyway.
Grateful for Ivy Chen, who taught me that the bravest thing you can do is be honest.
Even when honesty is terrifying.
Especially then.
The End