Epilogue
“Before you go,” her good friend asked sipping on her tea. “How are things coming along with the move?”
“Oh,” she nodded, “Pretty well all Nick things considered. He is so disorganized. I guess that comes with the territory of being on tour for so many years straight though.”
“And the new house?”
“It’s great. Smaller then the one we had before, but I like that. Cozier,” leaning over she lit her friend’s cigarette, “It’s really too bad that you picked up smoking.”
“Yea,” she agreed blowing out a cloud of smoke. “What about you?”
“I’ve quit,” she smiled proudly.
“I hope he’s worth all this.”
Grabbing her purse she headed towards the door to go home. “It is.”
And it was true, you take the good same as you take the bad. The one thing she knew now more then ever is that a light at the end of the tunnel exists. A light like the love of a good man. A man named Nick Carter.
THE END
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