Rainwater
Epilogue: Something Amazing
Rating: R for sexual situations and suggestions, adult topics and language.
WitchyPrincess

Something Amazing

Like having an unfinished puzzle, I feel as if I'm missing something. With the last piece absent from the box, I know there is no way to rectify the situation. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars; my life is like a constant road of stop-signs and red lights. And maybe it doesn't help that I'm sitting here, my elbows pressed to the window sill, my fears pestering my heart to throbbing intensity, without trying to do anything about it.

I'm the novel whose ending you haven't read. Whether it's because you were too lazy to pick the book back up again, you simply lost interest, or the ending is, as of yet, unwritten, makes no difference. The point remains the same: I'm unfinished.

I think it's time I got completed.

–Marron Chestnut
#######

They say there's a rainbow at the end of every rain-cloud. I wonder, you know, if that's true. I pray, of course, that it is. And now I believe that it could be.

I'm still testing the theory and I'll be sure to let you know what I conclude. But I'm not walking into this holding my breath. This time I'm diving, head first, and not looking back. I'm tired of wondering 'what if' and living my life with unanswered questions. I'm so tired of waiting, praying, believing, but never knowing.

I want to know. To feel. To taste and see and touch. I want to hold It in my hands- that dream they all say doesn't exist- that happily ever after that all the little girls daydream about. I want to hold It, I want to be It.

If I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough, I can almost feel that glass slipper sliding on my foot, and I know–without being told–that it fits.

–Bra Briefs
#######

It feels wonderful–this jaw-slacking, ear-pounding, heart-splitting joy that ruptures through me at every moment. And I'm not wary of it or confused. I'm not pushing it back or fighting it off. I'm drowning in it. I'm completely losing myself to it and that–for the first time in my life–is okay with me.

It's amazing. And, I mean the good kind of amazing. Astonishing and spectacular, surprising and joyful, ground breaking and, yes, even heartbreaking. The kind of happy that crushes you until you suffocate, that rips your heart open and leaves you to bleed it well, until the thrill has worn off a bit.

And that doesn't scare me anymore. Because, even if I bleed dry I know, in the end, it will have been worth it. If I die, I'll die smiling.

It feels wonderful because for the first time I don't want to complain about anything; I'm happy, and I'm happy about that.

–Pan Son
#######

The three of them sat at the table, faces serenely happy, eyes taking in each other's countenances with a scrutiny acquired only from knowing the other extremely thoroughly. One was weary but better for the wear. One was glowing, though slightly annoyed. And the other was pure bliss wrapped in a cloud of disappointment.

"Morning sickness?" The blissful one questioned the glowing. The glowing nodded in response and shifted in her seat, hand coming up to gently stroke her own upset stomach.

"And not just in the morning." Glowing complained while Weary laughed at her announcement.

"You don't say." Weary remarked in phony astonishment.

"Oh, don't attract attention towards yourself," Glowing warned Weary, a glitter now lighting her eyes with mischief.

"And why not?" Weary defended. "I have nothing to hide."

"Sure you don't," Blissful 'agreed' with pretend acquiesce. Her doubt was clear in her voice.

"Okay, whatever." Weary gave up, throwing her hands into her hair as admittance that she was actually bothered by something and did not, in fact, want attention drawn to herself.

"Why don't you just go ahead and tell the boy you'll marry him? It's been two years." Glowing reminded her gently, the concern lighting her tone.

"Because she's stubborn." Blissful supplied, glaring at Weary. "He's proposed fifteen times last year, that's more than once a month, I think that's getting a little ridiculous." Her eyes didn't leave Weary's as she told her this, narrowing at the end.

"He's served his penance. Forgive him already." Glowing pleaded.

"I have forgiven him. I'm just not sure I can marry him."

"Oh, you're sure." Both Glowing and Blissful challenged.

"He's the best man you've ever known," Blissful continued. "He's a wonderful father and he's a part of your family already. What more could a girl ask for?" There was a wistful note to Blissful's voice as she finished, her eyes had gone glassy as well. "You don't know how lucky you are."

"Not that lucky," Glowing challenged, because she couldn't control some of the things she said these days. Those damn hormones had it in for her, she chanted silently as she cupped her mouth with her hand and widened her eyes. "I can't believe I just said that."

"It's the hormones." Weary informed with a lax shrug.

"It's no excuse." Blissful snapped.

There was silence for a few beats before Weary filled in the silence with, "You're going to experience it one day and then you won't be so sure about that." There was a promise in her voice that neither of the other two women missed.

"Maybe." Blissful relented.

"Positively." Glowing chimed in, nodding her head. "And you'll feel the same way, too."

"Probably."

"Absolutely." Both Glowing and Weary called out.

Blissful looked down at her watch and her eyes lit up, her entire body relaxing before her two friend's eyes.

"Uh-oh. It's time for someone to go home." Weary teased.

"My husband," Blissful intoned, smirking, "Will be there soon and we have to work on provoking those hormones of mine to go crazy, if you don't mind." It was clearly not a question, and she obviously didn't care who did or did not mind.

"Actually," Glowing frowned. "I could have gone without hearing that."

"Like you haven't heard it before." Blissful scoffed.

"That doesn't mean I should hear it again. I'm related to him for heaven's sake."

Blissful blew both women air kisses and found her way out of Glowing's house, calling out a good-bye as she went. "Tell him you'll marry him, stupid!" She was laughing when she shut the door.

Weary rolled her eyes and Glowing broke into giggles. "Pushy to the end." Glowing joked.

"Happy as hell, though." Weary countered, a slight envy to her eyes.

"We all are," Glowing promptly reminded her. "You're just too stubborn to admit it. Why won't you marry him?"

"I told him I'd think about it this time," Weary defended.

"And?" Glowing prompted.

"I'm thinking I'll say yes."

"Finally!" Glowing was overjoyed. "Who the hell talked you into it? Me or the She-Devil that just left? We've got a running bet going."

"Well then I'm sorry to disappoint you but it was actually Haven that talked me into it."

"The baby?"

"Yeah, well, she won't stop calling him daddy." Glowing rolled her eyes while Weary laughed herself into tears. "I love that girl. And you'll love your child just as much, I promise."

"I know," Glowing grinned, patting her stomach. "I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. Life isn't fair, you know. It should have been her." Glowing admitted, looking at the seat that Blissful had just vacated.

"She'll get hers too. It, apparently, wasn't her time yet. But it will be and when it is, that will make it all worth while."

"When did you get so smart?"

"How old is Haven?" Weary joked.

"Just older than eighteen months," Glowing provided, slightly confused.

"Oh, well then, just about eighteen months ago."

"Heaven help us, I'm going to sound like you in a year." They both smiled thoughtfully, imagining their future.

They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun, through the window, go down over the hills. And both girls knew one thing: this was what life was. This was what it really was.

A/N: Well, the only thing left is for me to edit and revise. I'll finish Never Say Never, of course, and then I might just be done completely. Thank all of you for staying around to find out the ending and thank you the most for every single review you've submitted. They really do mean a lot to me, I don't know how I would have gotten through this thing without the encouragement. Oh, and by the way, I did get accepted into my first choice college (which isn't an ivy league or anything, but I don't want to pay that much money for my undergraduate years anyway, so I'll worry about those four years from now).

Thanks to those who were cheering for me and to every single person that reviewed this story!