Epilogue
“I was mistaken by the way you loved me.”
 
 
         1 year later.
 
        
         “Are you all packed up?” Ryan asked, putting the last box into my car.
         “Yes I am, thanks for helping me.” I answered, kissing his cheek.
         “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you, just incase you can’t find your room or something?”
        
         “Ryan, I’ll be fine. Stop worrying!”
 
         It had been a year since the accident. Ryan and me decided it was time to move away about six months ago, and we were staying in a small two-bedroom apartment. I recently got accepted into the college TCNJ, or the college of New Jersey. I packed up the last of my things and stuck my key into the ignition. I let out a heavy breath before placing my foot on the gas, and pulling out of the short driveway.
 
         Things had gotten a little better in time, but not much. I was placed on a heavy anti-depression and I saw a therapist weekly until three months ago. I spent a lot of time with my friend Dezz who had dropped out of school and had nothing better to do then to see me. Our friendship grew a lot and we were inseparable, until now atleast.
 
         Elliot and me didn’t see much of each other anymore, mostly because he and Tommy got an apartment after graduation and I didn’t want to hear about any girls they had been hooking up with. Me and Jackson texted occasionally and for awhile I thought it could have gone somewhere, but it never did.
        
         Tommy came once, the day before I moved. I couldn’t look at him anymore, and I never spoke to him after that. I watched him walk out my front door and into the rain, step into his car, and drive away. I never saw him after that. Not once.