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Endymion
Epilogue
Alex spent the next few months trying on his new legs. Modern day technology had made the design of those things very compact and light, so it wouldn’t be a huge mission to attach it onto your legs and they looked just like the real legs. Alex was astatic, he literally walked everywhere with it. Not only he could get used to them more quickly (it was quite tricky to walk on one of those and looked like you were born with it), but also he could train his leg muscles outside his session with the trainer. People now often seeing him beaming with excitement and delight, walking all over the place with a phrase constantly hanging on the tip of his tongue: “This is bloody miracle! This was totally amazing!” He had started returning to work as a part-time, as well as planing to enter the Para triathlon in the near future. Watching this amazing transformation happened to the person that I deeply cared about, I couldn’t be happier.
Alex also insisted doing all the heavy chores around the house. His body condition now allowed him to do most of them. Obviously the memory of me tried to move heavy luggage still bothered him. I let him do it as long as he didn’t hurt his muscles.
Nowadays, there were nobody, absolutely nobody, have any doubt about our relationships. People all treated him as a healthy person and sincerely happy for me to find such a fine young man just liked him. I’ve taken him back to OZ to visit my parents. They seemed to like him as well. We had a wonderful time there.
As for me, although passing all my papers second time around, the hospital still asking me to stay as a part-time nurse since I’ve been there for a while and pretty much get used to most of the departments.
Now I could proudly said, life couldn’t be more happy and perfect.
Carl’s baby arrived at the New Year’s Day. They were in our house for the end of the year party when Daphne went into labour. When the obstetrician and midwife saw all of us barged in through the door, for a couple of seconds it did give them a bit of the fright! The delivery went smoothly, and when the moment baby entered this world, we all reckoned it was the most unforgettable thing that had happened in our life. It was a girl, and what a beautiful girl that was! All 8 pounds 10 ounces of her! We all ended up weeping and crying buckets in the delivery room.
Very touched by the moments, I couldn’t stop talking about it on our way home, and for the next day, and for a couple of day after that. Eventually Alex had to beg me to stop and gently reminded me he was there as well. I didn’t know, perhaps my maternal side had kicked in.
Then, the Valentine’s Day arrived.
Knowing I didn’t like being given flowers (I preferred them stay in the gardens or wherever they were naturally grown.), Alex got a huge cake delivered to nurse station in the hospital. That was very surprising and sweet. Well, of course the cake ended up being eaten mostly by the hospital staff. But as it was the thought that count, I didn’t really worry about it.
He came to pick me up after work. He wasn’t able to drive yet (not because he had no driving licence, for Christ sake! It was because he had to had his car specially made to suit his physical condition), and since his place was pretty close to the hospital, there was no point to drive in such a short distance. We walked home, planing to fix up something to eat instead of jammed up with others in notsoromanticanymore restaurants.
Right before we entered the house, Alex acted all spooky all of the sudden and asked me to blindfold my eyes.
“What is it?” I anxiously asked.
“Something. You will like them.” He gave me a pick on my cheek.
Alex gently held my hands and leaded me into the house.
“Are you ready?” He asked. I could felt his arms around me, his breath tickling at the back of my neck.
I nodded, getting all excited and started to giggle.
He removed my blindfolding.
For a moment I thought we weren’t in his house.
The whole house were filled with white and red heart shaped balloon, there were white scented candles that emitted some kind of sweat aroma here and there, dinner was on the well decorated table, and…and….
And on the big mirror in the entranceway, there were words puzzle up by roses petals: Happy Valentine’s Day, Isabella!
I honestly couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Tears started filling up my eyes and burst within seconds. Before I noticed I was literally weeping in tears.
Not very graceful, I must have say.
But who cared.
“That bad, huh?” Alex gently joked.
“Alex…Alex…Alex…” I was speechless, burying my face in the palm of my hands for a minute, then I realised I couldn’t see all those by doing so. So I left a gap in between my fingers. Never in my life had someone did something to me like this. This was totally blowing me away.
“Well, the bad news is, you and I will have to tidy this up afterwards.” He winked, with his arms around me were slightly tighter.
“Do you like it?”
“…Of course I do, you thick.”
“I love you, Isabella. I love you dearly.” He whispered at my ears.
We managed to finish dinner. I said we managed because Alex kept stoping and staring at me and I kept stoping and wiping off the tears. (Oh! Bloody hell! Since when I became such a romantic freak?) Alex then put on some music for us to dance around with, but we kept stopping and kissing each other, ended up we have to abandon the dancing thingy all together. My tears were like they were linking to the Atlantic Ocean whole night. I began to struggle to catch up the frequency they filled up my eyes.
My face would definitely be swollen as bread dough again tomorrow. But this time it wasn’t for anything sad.
Alex and I had the most passionate sex that night. He was an excellent lover and a great wizard. With his touches, I felt like as if I was melting away. I had to say the more we had been together, the more I was certain we were meant to be each other and wondering why on earth would I wasted so much time in the past dwelling with some other useless man (sorry, Carl). I loved Alex, with all my heart and soul. As long as he was with me, I knew there was nothing in the world that could damage me. And deep down in my heart, I knew for sure he would feel the same.
We felt asleep in each other’s arms. After a while, in the milky white very early morning light, I heard a very, very gentle and quiet whisper echoed in the room: “Will you marry me, Bella?”
Suddenly I was wide-awake.
I turned my head around, found Alex had already awake. He was looking at me, slightly shock by my sudden movement.
Honestly couldn’t believe what I had just heard, I jumped out of the bed and turned the whole house’s lights on.
You know, perhaps that was just a dream or something.
“What did you just said? Did you say anything?” I suspiciously asked.
“Will you marry me, Bella?” He repeated.
Tears once again overflown my slight swollen eyes.
The Endymion had awakened, confidently strolling under the moonlight, the love of the goddess.
In the blur image of him sitting right in front of me, I heard myself saying:
“Of course I do.”
Epilogue
Alex spent the next few months trying on his new legs. Modern day technology had made the design of those things very compact and light, so it wouldn’t be a huge mission to attach it onto your legs and they looked just like the real legs. Alex was astatic, he literally walked everywhere with it. Not only he could get used to them more quickly (it was quite tricky to walk on one of those and looked like you were born with it), but also he could train his leg muscles outside his session with the trainer. People now often seeing him beaming with excitement and delight, walking all over the place with a phrase constantly hanging on the tip of his tongue: “This is bloody miracle! This was totally amazing!” He had started returning to work as a part-time, as well as planing to enter the Para triathlon in the near future. Watching this amazing transformation happened to the person that I deeply cared about, I couldn’t be happier.
Alex also insisted doing all the heavy chores around the house. His body condition now allowed him to do most of them. Obviously the memory of me tried to move heavy luggage still bothered him. I let him do it as long as he didn’t hurt his muscles.
Nowadays, there were nobody, absolutely nobody, have any doubt about our relationships. People all treated him as a healthy person and sincerely happy for me to find such a fine young man just liked him. I’ve taken him back to OZ to visit my parents. They seemed to like him as well. We had a wonderful time there.
As for me, although passing all my papers second time around, the hospital still asking me to stay as a part-time nurse since I’ve been there for a while and pretty much get used to most of the departments.
Now I could proudly said, life couldn’t be more happy and perfect.
Carl’s baby arrived at the New Year’s Day. They were in our house for the end of the year party when Daphne went into labour. When the obstetrician and midwife saw all of us barged in through the door, for a couple of seconds it did give them a bit of the fright! The delivery went smoothly, and when the moment baby entered this world, we all reckoned it was the most unforgettable thing that had happened in our life. It was a girl, and what a beautiful girl that was! All 8 pounds 10 ounces of her! We all ended up weeping and crying buckets in the delivery room.
Very touched by the moments, I couldn’t stop talking about it on our way home, and for the next day, and for a couple of day after that. Eventually Alex had to beg me to stop and gently reminded me he was there as well. I didn’t know, perhaps my maternal side had kicked in.
Then, the Valentine’s Day arrived.
Knowing I didn’t like being given flowers (I preferred them stay in the gardens or wherever they were naturally grown.), Alex got a huge cake delivered to nurse station in the hospital. That was very surprising and sweet. Well, of course the cake ended up being eaten mostly by the hospital staff. But as it was the thought that count, I didn’t really worry about it.
He came to pick me up after work. He wasn’t able to drive yet (not because he had no driving licence, for Christ sake! It was because he had to had his car specially made to suit his physical condition), and since his place was pretty close to the hospital, there was no point to drive in such a short distance. We walked home, planing to fix up something to eat instead of jammed up with others in notsoromanticanymore restaurants.
Right before we entered the house, Alex acted all spooky all of the sudden and asked me to blindfold my eyes.
“What is it?” I anxiously asked.
“Something. You will like them.” He gave me a pick on my cheek.
Alex gently held my hands and leaded me into the house.
“Are you ready?” He asked. I could felt his arms around me, his breath tickling at the back of my neck.
I nodded, getting all excited and started to giggle.
He removed my blindfolding.
For a moment I thought we weren’t in his house.
The whole house were filled with white and red heart shaped balloon, there were white scented candles that emitted some kind of sweat aroma here and there, dinner was on the well decorated table, and…and….
And on the big mirror in the entranceway, there were words puzzle up by roses petals: Happy Valentine’s Day, Isabella!
I honestly couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Tears started filling up my eyes and burst within seconds. Before I noticed I was literally weeping in tears.
Not very graceful, I must have say.
But who cared.
“That bad, huh?” Alex gently joked.
“Alex…Alex…Alex…” I was speechless, burying my face in the palm of my hands for a minute, then I realised I couldn’t see all those by doing so. So I left a gap in between my fingers. Never in my life had someone did something to me like this. This was totally blowing me away.
“Well, the bad news is, you and I will have to tidy this up afterwards.” He winked, with his arms around me were slightly tighter.
“Do you like it?”
“…Of course I do, you thick.”
“I love you, Isabella. I love you dearly.” He whispered at my ears.
We managed to finish dinner. I said we managed because Alex kept stoping and staring at me and I kept stoping and wiping off the tears. (Oh! Bloody hell! Since when I became such a romantic freak?) Alex then put on some music for us to dance around with, but we kept stopping and kissing each other, ended up we have to abandon the dancing thingy all together. My tears were like they were linking to the Atlantic Ocean whole night. I began to struggle to catch up the frequency they filled up my eyes.
My face would definitely be swollen as bread dough again tomorrow. But this time it wasn’t for anything sad.
Alex and I had the most passionate sex that night. He was an excellent lover and a great wizard. With his touches, I felt like as if I was melting away. I had to say the more we had been together, the more I was certain we were meant to be each other and wondering why on earth would I wasted so much time in the past dwelling with some other useless man (sorry, Carl). I loved Alex, with all my heart and soul. As long as he was with me, I knew there was nothing in the world that could damage me. And deep down in my heart, I knew for sure he would feel the same.
We felt asleep in each other’s arms. After a while, in the milky white very early morning light, I heard a very, very gentle and quiet whisper echoed in the room: “Will you marry me, Bella?”
Suddenly I was wide-awake.
I turned my head around, found Alex had already awake. He was looking at me, slightly shock by my sudden movement.
Honestly couldn’t believe what I had just heard, I jumped out of the bed and turned the whole house’s lights on.
You know, perhaps that was just a dream or something.
“What did you just said? Did you say anything?” I suspiciously asked.
“Will you marry me, Bella?” He repeated.
Tears once again overflown my slight swollen eyes.
The Endymion had awakened, confidently strolling under the moonlight, the love of the goddess.
In the blur image of him sitting right in front of me, I heard myself saying:
“Of course I do.”
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