Chapter 30: Feels like heaven

Andy quietly sidled past the elaborate white door into the room Musa lay in. It was bathed in a pale yellow light and the white furniture inside was aglow. But it was Musa's shimmering skin that caught Andy's eye. He approached her slowly, wincing a little from the pain he felt due to his broken arm and bruised chest.

His attacker from the day before had been Riven, who he'd been more than happy to punch back. He had thought that their duel would elevate some of his anger, but it'd only opened his eyes. He'd realised that he didn't feel any different than he normally did after their fight, and that meant Stella had been right. Nothing had changed, and it wouldn't change even if he bound Musa to her unhappiness. It was pointless getting revenge, because he was getting revenge on fate – something he could not control or get back at.

He arrived at the side of Musa's bed with a few slow strides and gazed down at her with a million apologies creeping up his throat. He knew he would never be able to tell what he'd done or how unworthy he was of her, but he had to express his regret. It was the only thing in the world that would lessen his guilt.

The bed Musa lay on was royal, draped with velvety indigo-coloured sheets. The headboard was padded with an ivory material and had an intricately carved gold border. Musa's head kissed it as she slept. She had on a troubled expression, as if she had the world to save but could not wake up. Her look made Andy feel sick. It was the result of everything he'd put into action, his fault.

He bent over her tentatively, brushing the hair from her cheeks with his unbroken arm. Then he pressed his thumb along her forehead in hopes to ease the tenseness in her muscles. He traced his fingers along her jaw line next, felt the tops of her eyelids and grazed the fullness of her lips for one long moment. He wanted to sit by her and caress her until the sun fully invaded the room. But he wasn't here to do that. He was here to atone. His fingers suddenly curled away from Musa and his last chance to comb through her navy hair was gone.

Andy righted himself with a sigh. It was time to do what he was here to do. He scanned the beautiful room quickly. Opposite Musa's bed was a white wood dressing table, with handles like small door knockers on every drawer. He could picture her sitting on its stool, gazing at her appearance before her wedding. She'd get dressed behind the floral screen next to it, while her friends gossiped on the white chaise lounge that matched the bed with its gold border and ivory padding. She'd give a twirl on the white rug in the centre of the room when she was ready, and he knew Stella would shed a few of tears.

When he shook himself from his vision, he spotted what he was looking for. The dress cover. It was hanging off the recliner beside the net covered window at the far end of the room. As Andy approached it, he couldn't stop the image of Musa sitting on window's seat with a forlorn expression from consuming his mind. It instantly made him feel guiltier, because he knew she'd live through that sadness before the ceremony all because of him.

She would have to bear the dejection he saw in his mind. She would have to keep herself from breaking down by hugging her knees closer to her chest. She would be looking out the window, hoping with every fragment of her soul that Riven would show up. She'd be yearning for him so much at that moment. Andy hoped that all of that would be worth it after he brought back her happiness.

Unzipping the dress cover, he ran his hand over the beaded bodice of the gown with haste. He'd almost done what he needed to do when he heard a groan from behind him. Musa was awakening, tossing and turning like she usually did before she opened her eyes.

Alarm bloomed in Andy's irises as he whipped around and saw Musa starting to get up. Any minute now, she'd turn her head towards the window where he was crouched. He didn't want her to see him. He had to hurry.

He fumbled as fast as he could with the fabric of the dress while the small beads and sequins left scratches on his skin. He was almost finished. Only one tiny push left to go. There. He smoothed the jewelled belt of the dress with one quick swipe and straightened just as Musa's head turned.

She didn't notice the open dress cover, she just noticed Andy. He was standing with his back to her. The light he was gazing at through the window was causing him to narrow his eyes. How long had he been there like that? And where was she? She didn't recognize the huge window or the room.

"Andy?" Musa said as she stood from her bed.

He turned to her and smiled. "Good morning," he said, taking a step forward. As he did, the light pouring in from the window illuminated his battered face.

"Whoa." Musa's mouth fell open. "What happened to you?"

Andy looked from his sling to his bruised and bandaged hands and laughed. "Well, I–"

"Got attacked by a pack of wolves? Got run over by a road roller?"

Andy smirked. "I'm going to miss that humor of yours," he said quietly as nostalgia took over him.

"Huh?" Musa grew anxious. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," Andy quickly countered, removing his gaze from Musa's wide eyes. He shouldn't have let that slip. She could not have the slightest idea of what he intended to do.

Musa rose suddenly to the tips of her toes and touched the blood blotted bandage wrapped around Andy's head. Then she cringed. "That's gotta hurt. So, are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Once, I might have done," Andy replied thoughtfully. "But now, I'm not going to."

Musa rolled her eyes and untwisted Andy's sling strap. "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself?"

"I'll try."

Musa gave a 'thank you' nod and then realised that she still didn't know where she was. "Where are we, by the way?" she asked, suddenly feeling the coolness of the stone floor beneath her bare feet.

"We're in the temple's dressing chamber," Andy answered as if it was obvious. "Jake booked the place for the night before the wedding, remember? Stella must be on her way to get you ready."

"Wait." Musa crinkled her brows. "Today's the wedding?"

Andy nodded, knowing exactly how Musa was feeling. "Everyone's downstairs, perfecting the decoration."

Musa's head whirled. She was so confused, so frustrated. The last thing she remembered was rushing off to find Riven in Eracklyon. How had she ended up in Magix?

She spun around to survey her surroundings. She knew but feared what she would find. Her dress was hanging out of its cover, waiting for her to put it on. A massive box of make-up sat on the dressing table and from the mirror's reflection, she could see that she was in a nightdress. Another thing that didn't make sense. In a few hours, she was going to be walking down the aisle. Guests and paparazzi were probably already on their way. And her chances of reuniting with Riven were as slim as veil she'd be wearing. Destiny didn't seem to be on their side. It was standing in their way like a mountain, putting everything it had into keeping her from him.

But maybe that was how it was meant to be?

Andy placed his hand on Musa's shoulder. "Don't be so nervous. You know I prefer it when you smile, right?" he said. "Everything will be fine."

Musa looked up and flashed him a small smile. Andy sounded like he knew what she was going through. But how could he? He must have just thought she was nervous about getting married.

Before she had a chance to respond, Andy let out a breath and cupped her hands. "Musa," he said, looking down at her pale knuckles. "I'm sorry."

"What?" she asked, looking like she was about to laugh. "You haven't done anything wrong."

"I have, and I want to apologise to you for it before I lose the chance." Andy raised his head and looked Musa in the eye. The air around them became solemn. "I can't tell you how sorry I am," he whispered. "If I tried, I think I'd be here all my life. There's nothing in this world I could do to redeem myself after what I did. I'll never be able to forgive myself for it. I'll repent every day of my life."

Tears glistened in Musa's eyes at Andy's pain and sincerity. But she had no idea what he was talking about.

"You didn't deserve any of it, Musa," Andy continued. "If I could, I'd go back in time and give you the happiness you deserve. I'm sorry I wasn't able to. Can you forgive me?"

"I forgive you," Musa whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I forgive you."

"I'm so sorry, Musa." Andy kissed her hands. "I am so, so sorry. I don't deserve to live after what I did."

"Don't say that," Musa gasped, clasping Andy's hands tightly. "I would die if you weren't here."

"Take that back!" Andy snapped, his tone suddenly desperate and commanding. "Please. I need you to take it back."

Musa furrowed her brows, a little scared. "Why?"

"Please." Andy momentarily shut his eyes. "Just take it back."

Feeling like she was under the pressure of someone's dying wish, Musa gave in. "Okay, I take it back," she said quickly, unsure of why he needed her to say it.

"Thank you," Andy breathed in relief and Musa saw that his eyes were wet. Now she was even more confused than before.

"Andy, what is this all about?"

By the time Musa posed the question, Andy was at the door. He almost ignored her and walked out, but something stopped him and he turned around – though a little reluctantly, as if it caused him pain.

"I can't tell you that," he said with a sad smile.

Musa frowned and stood, waiting for the reason. But it never came. The door creaked open and Andy stepped out. She watched him turn his head to the side, and for a moment, their eyes met.

Then he said, "I hope you get all the happiness in the universe. You deserve every bit of it."

With that, Andy walked briskly away from the dressing chamber, praying that Musa wouldn't follow him. He knew she'd be baffled and he knew she'd only figure out the meaning of his words the following day. He tried not to think about the sadness that would consume her eyes as he hurried down the curving staircase.

Just as he was about to step out of the temple into the light of the day, he bumped into someone. The swish of blonde hair gave her away.

Stella looked up, and the same astonishment that had struck Musa, struck her upon seeing Andy's state. She didn't speak, just took in and let out heavy breaths.

Andy let his mind commit Stella's face to memory while they stood face to face. This was the last time he'd see her. He had to remember every detail, from her mascara coated lashes to the glow of her skin. But she was so beautiful. He wondered if he'd be able to envision her perfectly. It would be near impossible to paint the beauty of her face in his mind.

He reached out and held her chin. Stella saw that Andy's eyes were sparkling like he was happy, he even wore a smile, but the moment for him was dismal. He wanted to say so much to her. Tell her everything he'd ever felt, tell her exactly how he was feeling now. But he couldn't.

All he could do was withdraw his hand, fish out a necklace from his pocket and hand it to her.

Stella glanced at silver chain in her palm and when she looked up, Andy was gone. She whipped around. He was descending the entrance's stairs, and something in Stella told her that it would be the last time she or anyone else ever saw him.

She fingered the necklace's silver cloud charm and tears pooled in her amber eyes. The cloud represented her and Andy's favourite activity: gazing at the sky. They'd done it countless times over the years. It was the most perfect thing he could've given to her to remember him by. She made a fist around the chain and held it to her heart as tears fell from her eyes. Then she fastened it around her neck and rushed to the stone staircase to get to the dressing chamber.

Tea lights sat on either side of every step. Stella's cerulean dress almost caught fire as the garment's hem licked the tiny flames as she sped up the stairs.

The temple was ancient. The candelabras on the pedestals lined along the corridors were coated in grime and hadn't held a candle in years. Ecru coloured stone made up the walls and floor. The arched white door of dressing chamber looked ridiculous set against it.

Stella brushed her hand against the door's floral pattern before pushing it open.

She was about to bombard her friend with a thousand explanations but stopped short. Musa was curled up on the chaise, cradling what looked like a jacket.

"Whose is it?" Stella asked softly as she came up behind her friend.

Musa turned around and the jacket made a soft rustling sound as she did. "It's Riven's," she replied.

Of course. Stella recognized it from the night they'd left Breconize. Musa had had it in her hands when she'd seen Riven walking into the hotel on her way out. It was the only physical thing her friend had to remember him by. It must have been as important to her as the silver necklace around her own neck.

Stella sat down next to Musa and draped an arm around her. "I know you miss him," she said, "but you're getting married today. To Jake."

"I know that," Musa whispered and laid the jacket against the chaise's only arm. "And I also know I need to be getting ready, but I just can't do it, Stel. I never thought I'd be here. I thought I'd find Riven yesterday and be at his house right now. I don't know how we ended up in Magix. Did we even go to Eracklyon or did I dream everything?"

Stella brushed away the tears from Musa's cheeks and smiled sadly. "We did go to Eracklyon," she said. "You fainted outside Sky's house. And since Riven wasn't there, we brought you back to Magix. Jake was outside the apartment when we got back, waiting for us. I'd completely forgotten I was meant to be bringing you here. You picked up Riven's jacket before we came."

"I did?" Musa looked perplexed.

"You don't remember?"

"No." She looked to the window. "Everything was a blur."

"Well, it's the only thing you picked up, so you don't have any toiletries." Stella hesitated. "And I might have forgotten to bring them over from the apartment this morning."

"You said 'we'," Musa suddenly said, ignoring what Stella had just told her. "Did you and Brandon bring me back?"

"No," Stella shook her head. "The girls and I did."

"The girls? They're here?"

Before Stella could respond to Musa's excited tone with surprise about her reaction, the door burst open and stole both their attention.

Four girls stood in the doorway, wearing an array of colourful dresses. Three of them, Musa hadn't seen or spoken to in two years. They looked different but exactly like how she remembered them. Their smiles hadn't changed for sure. They advanced into the room as one body, veering to the right where the chaise stood. She and Stella rose to greet them.

"Did you miss us?" Bloom asked, tears glistening in her eyes.

Musa nodded instantly, a smile on her face and her own gathering of tears at her tear line.

Then all the girls clustered together and teardrops fell from their eyes as they pressed their foreheads against each other's. "Group hug!" Stella exclaimed and the cluster became tighter.

Their touches felt alien like. Musa had once been so used to them, dragging her arm, hitting her around the head or embracing her. It felt so good to feel them again. It felt so good to fold into her friends' arms.

When all the hugs had been exchanged, the girls stepped back and just smiled widely. It had been too long. The reunion had felt surreal.

"Right," Layla then said firmly. "We have three hours until the wedding. If we all work together, I think we can get Musa ready just in time."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Flora asked, moving towards the dressing table.

Tecna followed her lead. "Let's get to work," she said. "Musa will be the most beautiful bride anyone's ever seen!"

"What if this doesn't work?" Riven asked as he and Helia came to stop outside the temple, behind a large stone pillar. He wasn't doubtful, but scared. If what they'd planned backfired, he would lose Musa for good. And he didn't want to watch that happen.

"It will work," Helia said assuredly. "She loves you."

Riven sighed. He knew that. He'd heard about her run to Eracklyon to find him from Brandon.

"The girls know what they're doing," Helia continued. "Musa will be so instigated by noon that she'll definitely run to you. Timmy and Tecna predicted that she'll have left the room about fifteen minutes into the wedding."

Riven narrowed his eyes. "What if she's not instigated enough? What if she doesn't run out the wedding but walks up to Jake and makes the seven rounds of the flame with him?"

"She won't." Helia's tone was calm and certain.

Riven crossed his arms and pressed his back against the ecru pillar. "I can't believe you're not letting me intrude if she doesn't do anything."

"If she doesn't do anything," Helia said, "then she's marrying Jake by her own will. You can't stop her making that choice."

Riven sighed, knowing Helia was right. He had to have faith in her love, and most of all, had to trust their destiny.

Helia put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "She will come to you, Riven," he said with assurance.

Riven didn't respond, just pointed through the temple's giant window. "You better get back to Jake," he said. "The guys look like they're intimidating him a little too much."

Helia sighed, regretting his decision to leave the guys with the extremely nervous groom. He started for the temple's entrance but didn't leave till he'd patted Riven on his shoulder and straightened his black suit.

Riven rolled his eyes when Helia finally hurried into the old building. Then he took his place at the side of the window. From where he stood, he could see the arched door Musa would emerge from.

The last of the guests were filing in, squeezing past others on the pews to get to remaining seats. The women, all clad in vibrant dresses sat with their fingers entwined and the men in various coloured suits sat with straight faces. An excited group of paparazzi stood near the raised platform at the front of the room. They were snapping their first pictures; those of Jake, who was standing with the elderly priest on the platform, rereading his vows from the small piece of paper in his hands. Sky and the rest of the guys had finally left him alone and now sat on the wooden benches facing him.

Riven shifted his gaze back to the room's entrance and spotted Helia walking in through the threshold. He rushed up the aisle, making the ribbons and flowers attached to the pews waver. The ribbons were a deep red, the flowers a pallid cream. They hung from alcoves in wall meant for torches and decorated every inch of the curtained canopy on the platform.

Helia stepped onto the dais with one large step and started talking to Jake. After a few seconds, he stepped away to take a seat next to his daughter, among the guys. There were spaces in between them, left for their girlfriends and wives, who must have still been with Musa.

Riven hoped that the girls had done their job. If they had, Musa would currently be engaged in her inner battle. She had to choose him. He needed her to run out the wedding and into his arms.

He needed their reconciliation.

Musa sat with a forlorn expression, gazing out the dressing chamber's window. Her red dress cascaded from the window seat. The silver beads and sequins on the bodice of the gown crunched together as she brought her knees closer to her chest. She was fighting her tears. She didn't want to walk towards Jake in a matter of minutes and be tied to him. Her heart yearned for Riven, and she knew its wanting wouldn't go away unless she pressed her lips to his.

She turned to the girls. Stella and Tecna were battling for the full-length oval mirror; the others were crowded around the dressing table, perfecting their hairdos. They hadn't noticed her sadness. They had been continually telling her that the wedding would go fine, that she and Jake made the perfect couple, and that she was lucky to be marrying him.

But Musa didn't think of herself as lucky. She thought of herself as the opposite. She hadn't reunited with the one she loved; she was going into a marriage in which she'd always be unhappy; and she had no hope. Worst of all, she was about to lose Riven, about to condemn her heart to eternal pain.

Restlessness took over her. There had to be a way out. She had to find it. She had to find him.

A cool draft of air blew into the room as the door opened. A clop of heels followed. A flash of purple was seen in the mirror and Flora turned around upon catching it.

"Aunt Ivy!" she exclaimed cheerfully as the woman approached.

Aunt Ivy's red lips formed a smile as she embraced her niece. "Flora, dear, I'm so happy to see you," she said when they parted. "How's Dahlia?"

"Dahlia's fine," Flora replied, wondering why her aunt had asked about her daughter so purposefully.

"Good." Aunt Ivy glanced at Musa, then whispered, "I'm here for the grand finale!"

Flora's eyes lit up. "You've seen it?"

"Yes," Aunt Ivy said excitedly. "It's so romantic. Oh, it's just perfect for her!"

Flora was near laughing – this was just what she'd needed to hear. She squeezed her aunt's hands and then let her go to Musa, who hadn't moved from her position by the window.

Seconds were ticking away quickly in the back of Musa's mind. She knew that she'd soon be dragged down the stairs to the temple's ceremony room. She could almost picture Jake standing by the fire under the canopy, waiting for her to extend her hand. She didn't know if she was going to, she didn't know if she could.

Someone was coming towards her, she could feel it. Was it time already?

Musa shut her eyes as the person placed their hand on her shoulder. She was expecting it to be one of the girls, but the wrinkled hand told her otherwise. She looked from the person's lacquered nails to their outfit. A shimmery number, some sort of dress. She'd only ever seen one person wear something like it.

"Aunt Ivy," Musa acknowledged as she lowered her eyes to the woman's buckled heels.

"Unhappy to see me?" The woman shifted a cushion and sat down. "Is something wrong?"

Musa shut her eyes in an attempt to avoid Aunt Ivy's gaze. But the woman was persistent. She grabbed her chin and raised her head.

"Everything's wrong," Musa hissed through her teeth, her eyes still shut, only this time to stop her tears from falling. "I'm getting married to Jake."

"And you don't want to marry him. You're still longing for Riven. You never managed to find him yesterday. You're scared of losing him because you're in love with him. You're scared of being tied to Jake. And you're angry at me for not helping you. I know."

Musa finally opened her eyes and stared at Aunt Ivy, bewildered.

"You're fighting with yourself for no reason," the woman said. "You know exactly what it is you want."

"No."

Aunt Ivy pursed her lips. "By saying that, you're only lying to yourself. You've known the answers since the day you came to me. Don't be afraid to go after what you want. It's not too late. Trust yourself to make the right decision and follow your heart. This is your last chance."

"Darling, time to go!" Stella's voice came from the door.

Musa's stomach churned as Layla and Bloom hoisted her to her feet and walked her to the door. Tecna and Flora took over from there. She was led hurriedly down the curving stone staircase and past the temple's entrance which faced the area of worship. A pillar later, she and the girls had arrived outside the room Jake was waiting in.

Musa's breathing was shallow, her eyes were wet. She was just a door away from her doom.

The girls were so busy adjusting the ruffles on her dress that they didn't notice her terrified expression. And even when Stella secured Musa's hair piece and looked her directly in the eye, she seemed to pay no mind to it. She simply interlocked their arms and prepared to walk down the aisle.

Aunt Ivy suddenly appeared at Musa's side. "Remember what I told you," she whispered just before the doors burst open.

There was absolute silence when Musa took her first steps into the room. It was as if everyone was holding their breath. Jake actually was. His eyes sparkled as he watched his bride slowly walk up to him. He didn't know that the only reason she was moving was because of Stella's dragging.

Musa's gaze was at the hem of her dress. She felt choked. Her mind reeled. Every time she took a step, she grew number.

The girls' words flooded into her head and she wanted to scream; shout how they untrue they were and that she and Jake were not the perfect couple. Aunt Ivy's words were next to flow into her mind. They didn't fuel her restlessness like the girls' words did, but caused her to see clearly.

This was indeed her last chance. If she didn't do something now, then she would be bound to Jake for the rest of her life and her chance of being with Riven would disappear into the abyss of nonexistence. Her soul would burn with wanting, forevermore. She would rob herself of her own happiness.

She couldn't do that.

She knew exactly what she wanted. Riven and happiness. They were within her grasp if she wanted them to be. It was in her power to find them, and surely, it was in her destiny, too.

Musa's steps down the aisle suddenly became more reluctant.

Aunt Ivy had been right. She had known the answers. Musa glanced at her with gratitude as the woman left her side to go sit on a rose and ribbon decorated pew.

As Musa went up the platform's steps, something from the side of her dress fell. Before she could turn to look at it, Jake's hand slipped into hers. Reality pulled her out of her thoughts at his touch. She was on the dais, the ceremony was about to begin. She hadn't realised that she'd walked the length of the room and made it to Jake.

The flame of love flickered by her feet. The priest stood behind it with his hands clasped together and started saying a blessing.

The anxiety Musa felt intensified. Her feet itched to get off the platform, and her hand wanted to pull itself away from Jake's. The curtained canopy obscuring the wall in front of her suddenly quivered, as if it was ushering her to leave the wedding and get her happiness. But she was rooted to her spot, completely overwhelmed.

Behind Musa, Dahlia had jumped down from her pew and had picked up what had fallen from Musa's dress. She waved it in the air and it caught Musa's eye. It was a banknote. It couldn't be Riven's, could it?

"The sun shines brightly over these two today. Let it shine in their lives forevermore–"

Musa cut the priest off by rushing down the platform's stairs. She stopped in front of Dahlia, trembling. There was writing on the note, a string of numbers. A smile tugged at her lips. It was Riven's.

Dahlia held up the note with a squeak. Musa reached for it as tears fell from her eyes. Gasps had relayed among the guests but she hadn't heard them. Her friends had risen but she hadn't noticed them. All that she'd been focused on was the note.

It had gotten to her. She and Riven were meant to be together.

She turned to her friends and Aunt Ivy, swallowing back her tears. They were all smiling.

"Go to him!" they shouted in unison.

Musa didn't wonder who they meant. She knew. She gathered her dress quickly and sprinted down the aisle.

She ran past the open door, through the area of worship, straight into the sunlight, straight into his arms.

Oh, they felt like heaven.

Riven spun her around, then pressed his lips to hers. They felt like heaven, too.

They stood in stillness for what felt like hours. Musa only looked up when felt the thrumming of Riven's heart slow. Her soul had finally stopped aching. She was finally serene.

She stared up at the violet eyes she'd missed so much. They were smiling down at her.

Suddenly, Riven produced a banknote similar to the one she'd taken from Dahlia. Only this one had her writing on it. Her eyes widened.

"You found it," she said in surprise.

"At the same time you found yours. It was in my wallet." Riven drew Musa so close that the tips of their noses touched. "Are you now convinced that it's our destiny to be together?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, grinning. But she didn't need the notes as proof. The fact that destiny had gotten them back to each other's arms was enough.

The stars were like rhinestones in the dark sky, reflecting in the eyes of their gazers. They outshone the orange horizon, illuminated the wisps of cloud hiding the tip of the Mount Breconize. Musa and Riven stared at them with their arms around each other, sitting on a ledge, not far from the top of the mountain.

Destiny had played a cruel game with both of them, but here they were, reunited at last. Never to part again.

Riven kissed the side of Musa's forehead as she leaned into his chest. He was fingering the wedding band on her finger, the one he'd put on it. Gazing deeply into her twinkling navy eyes that were tracing the constellations overhead. To hold her again after two years felt…too amazing to put in words. She was worth the wait. Worth every painful second he'd spent craving her, worth every minute he'd spent regretting hurting her.

He would never let her go. He promised himself that as he tilted her head to kiss her.

Musa smiled into the kiss as the sparks she'd missed so much raced down the length of her spine. Scalding pulses of heat gushed through her arms as Riven deepened their kiss and she loved the tingles they left exploding under her skin. When he pulled away, her eyes shone with passion. With happiness.

Riven pulled her close, and together, they looked up at the endless chasm that was the night sky as the first of the fireworks burst above them.

Finis.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed Destiny's Game!

It's been a long journey, of about a year and four months, and I want to thank you for accompanying me on it, whether you were with me from the very beginning of this story or joined along the way. I can't express how thankful I am! Your support, comments and critique have all been amazing to receive. Thank you so much.

Sadly, it is the end. But at least the ending was happy, right?

Until next time,

xxxMusarockz.