A/N: After a year, the long awaited epilogue is here! This is the last chapter (unless there might be an alternate ending I'm working on?...)

Thank you so much for keeping up with the story and enjoy~

Chapter 15: Epilogue

Ib's POV

"I'd like the plum flavored ones please!" I asked the counter lady politely.

"Why the plum ones Ib?" Garry asked.

"Because they look like your hair!" I laughed. It felt really good to laugh again.

Garry chucked and lead me to our table. We munched on the deserts and made small talk.

"You know Ib, I was at the museum last week and saw something interesting. Would you feel comfortable going again?" Garry asked gently, afraid to upset me.

"Of course I would be fine, but only if you're to never leave my side." I answered sincerely.

"I promised I wouldn't, didn't I?" Garry chucked as I became beet red.

We brought the remainder of our leftover macaroons with us as we walked over to the museum. On the way, Garry and I held hands and talked intimately about school, and in Garry's case- college.

At the museum, Garry lead me inside its familiar hallways and to a newly built section of the museum I never seen before. I did get a chance to read the sign as we passed by. Thanks to Garry, my vocabulary has improved a lot since our times in the gallery.

Dear visitors,

It has been recently discovered that the great artist Guertena left a journal full of his unfinished or ruined paintings at the old Guertena mansion. Our museum proudly announces that we were able to get ahold of such works of art. Weiss Gurtena's art might be great and vastly famous, but we here at the museum believe that his greatest mistakes are more brilliant and should be appreciated by the public. As mistakes are the first steps into success.

~The curator

I became immediately sure of what Garry wanted to show me and let a smile make its way to my lips. Garry led me all the way until the end of the hallway. One the way, I was greeted by many familiar faces on the walls. But at the end of the hallway, was Mistake. He was behind a great glass case, and he seemed proud to display the hastily drawn x on his face. I think I even see a smile behind all that paint.

"Well, Mistake, it's nice to see you again." I began, "I never got a chance to thank you."

She was almost home from university! The man checked the dinner in the oven and the rose petals leading from the door. He had never felt this nervous in his life, not even in the museum. He played with the cushioned box in my pocket. Sweat was already beading down his head running his suit. The man had worn his old tuxedo with a blue bow tie just for this special occasion.

To calm himself, he started to set the table, careful to place the red and blue rose in a vase at the center of the table. The man didn't put any water in the vase but he knew it didn't matter. If the roses haven't wilted in twelve years, they sure won't wilt now.

Just as the man set the last silverware on the table, he heard a knock from the door.

"C-coming!" he answered shakily, stumbling slightly over one of the table chairs in his haste to reach the door.

Opening the door, the man found the breathtakingly beautiful crimson-eyed girl wide eyed on his porch.

"What's with this getup Garry?" the girl answered with a giggle.

"Well I wanted something special for my girlfriend's twenty-first birthday!" the man answered with a dazzling smile.

The girl smiled widely and gave the man a small kiss on the lips. Man, would he never get tired of her kisses.

The man led the girl inside.

"Remember the first time we kissed?" the man joked.

"Oh yes," the girl laughed slightly but pouted the slightest bit. "That doesn't count Garry! You were half dead." Garry's lips cracked into a small grin.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't conscious."

The girl stared at him in shock, "You didn't."

He lead her into the dining room covered with rose petals, and the girl gasped in awe. The man pulled out her chair like a gentlemen before sitting down himself. He had prepared a feast for this day. Not only was this his sweet Ib's birthday, there were something else on his mind for today. He clutched the little box in his pocket.

"I feel a little underdressed for this occasion." The girl's blush deepened, her fingers thumbing across the hem of her comfy looking crimson blouse. Garry chuckled as he shook his head at the girl.

"Oh dear, you'd look perfect in anything." He assures, one hand coming up to take Ib's free one in it.

The girl look down, her entire face was near the color of her eyes now.

"Would you excuse me for a moment." The man asked and the girl nodded.

He went into the kitchen and brought out an elaborate homemade lemon-flavored birthday cake.

The girl smiled at the sight of the cake.

"Lemon flavored, you shouldn't have!" the girl giggled.

'Now or never', Garry mentally warned.

"Now before we eat the cake," Garry began as the girl playfully pouted, "I want to say something."

The girl beckoned for him to continue.

"Ib, when we first met, you were my savior. You literally saved my life three times." The man said as the girl giggled. "Then when we escaped that hellhole, you became my best friend. We did everything together and you became like my little sister. And when you finally turned eighteen, I was proud and so unbelievably happy to call you my girlfriend."

The girl's face turned beet red once more.

"And finally after dating for three years, and being friends for twelve. I want to say that I have always been in love with you." Garry shifted slightly and gave Ib a nostalgic smile. "I remember in the museum how you said you love me, but I never really paid attention to it because you were so young then." Garry's expression morphed into something much more serious. "But I want you to know that for those twelve years, every time that I have said I loved you, they were all sincerely true. Now Ib, I hope…"

The man got down on one knee as the girl gasped.

"I hope I can call you my wife."

The man reached into his pocket and brought out the box that had been sitting so impatiently in his pocket. A modest silver ring with an engraving of some intricate flower designs sat firmly in the cushioned pocket of the box, its shiny surface

"Isabelle Marie Kouri, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

The girl started to cry, and the man got nervous fearing the girl would reject him. His fears quickly diminished when said girl gently took his face in her hands and gave him a watery smile, her eyes a lit with overwhelming joy.

"Yes Garry," Ib whispers, her voice cracking slightly with a held back sob. Garry pulls Ib into an embrace, happily brushing kisses anywhere on her face that he could reach. She laughs a little in response to my affections but responds to each kiss with one of her own. "That's all I wanted since I was nine years old."

The purple eyed girl waited in the school parking lot. Strangely, her parents are taking longer than usual. She was not an impatient child, she was content with her life. After all, her dad was now a renowned artist famous all over the world, and her mother was a respected art professor always busy giving lectures in the many fields of artistry around the globe. But even with all their busy schedules, her parents always made time for her.

"Eve! Are your parents not here yet?" a voice behind her inquired gently. Turning around, Eve was greeted with the sight of

The girl loved her art teacher. She had the most beautiful flowing hair that glinted like sunshine in just the right light and twinkling blue eyes that many of the boys in her class seemed to really admire. It was even said she was actually a descendent of Weiss Guertena, her parents' favorite artist.

"No," the girl replied in a sweet voice. She turned and gave the approaching lady an easy smile. "But they'll be here soon Ms. Guertena." She added surely. Ms. Guertena nodded but didn't make to leave.

"Okay, but I'll wait with you, it you don't mind." The teacher offered politely.

"Okay!" The girl smiled.

In the distance, a purple minivan was slowly descending down the road and into the school's parking lot. Even with their vast wealth, her parents never tried to show off.

The car eased to a halt in front of the girl and her mother smiled warmly at her. The teacher helped the girl inside the car and waved towards the parents.

"Thank you so much for watching Eve, ." The girl's mother said.

"Oh, please call me Mary, and it was no problem. I really do enjoy the company or your daughter." The art teacher smiled at the parents, a mysterious glint entering her eyes, like a joke that only she knew the meaning to had just transpired.

The parents waved goodbye and drove off.

"Sorry for taking so long sweetie. How was your day?" Her mother asked kindly.

The girl adored her mother. She was quite beautiful with her rare ruby eyes and youthful face.

"Yes, did you learn something new today, Eve?" her father asked.

She also loved her father. He was humorous and kind, always joking around about his hair. Many people had told her that she was a perfect combination of her parents as she had purple eyes and light caramel hair.

"I started learning painting today!" the girl announced proudly. Even at a small age, her teachers were already gushing about she was already showing signs of raw artistic talent.

"That great, maybe your father could help you." The girl's mother joked.

"No, I'm pretty sure Eve already surpassed me." Her father laughed.

"No one would ever paint as good as you father!" the girl announced.

"Except you." Both her parents said at the same time.

That night, the girl waited in bed as her mother came to tell her a story.

"Mom, can you tell me how you and Dad met?" the wide eyed girl pleaded.

"Oh honey, I'll tell you when you're older." The mother replied before getting out a children's book.

"What did you read her honey?" the husband asked.

"Oh, I read her a children's book, but she still seemed quite curious about how we met." The wife replied.

"Did you tell her?" the husband inquired.

"I don't think she's old enough to understand yet." the wife said before wrapping her arms around her husband's neck and tiptoed for a kiss. After twenty years, she was still only to his shoulders. The man leaned down to deepen the kiss before breaking away and looking into his wife's crimson eyes.

"I love you so much Ib." The husband whispered into his wife's ear.

"I love you too Garry." Ib replied and kissed him once more.

And they were together, forever.

~The End~