Epilogue

It's been two years since my incident. My second year is almost completed in law school. It's not easy to pass but I somehow passed it. Then I saw him. It was Oliver. I ran towards him. 
He came towards me slowly and kissed my lips. “How was your test?” He asked me. 
“Of course it's good. Let's go somewhere.” I said to him, moving towards his car. 
It's been two months since we started dating. After that incident, I dated a few girls in my law school because I found them cheating so I broke up with them. 
Oliver was always there for me. We used to argue most of the time and sometimes drink in the bar. Also he's now one of the permanent doctors in the hospital. 
His internship is over and now he is dating me after trying to win me over. I finally accepted him after seeing his try. He was too lonely. 
We both went to his home. I guess I will sleep here tonight. Then I started to play with Whiskers. She has been good. She has grown a lot. 
I leaned against the balcony railing, staring at the city lights. The cool wind brushed against my face, but my mind felt heavy. My law books were still open on my desk, but I couldn’t focus. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was some peace.
The sliding door behind me opened. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The faint scent of antiseptic and Oliver’s familiar warmth told me everything.
“You’re still awake?” he asked, stepping beside me.
I sighed. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”
Oliver didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached out and gently took my hand. His fingers were warm, steady, a sharp contrast to my own slightly cold ones.
“You think too much,” he said softly, squeezing my hand.
I let out a small chuckle. “That’s kind of my job as a law student.”
Oliver turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. “And mine as a doctor is to make sure people take care of themselves—including you.”
I rolled my eyes, but a small smile played on my lips. “You sound like you’re diagnosing me.”
“Maybe I am,” he teased. Then, more seriously, he added, “Liam, you push yourself too hard. You should rest.”
I looked away, focusing on the distant lights. “I just… don’t want to fall behind.”
Oliver sighed before stepping closer, wrapping his arms around me. The warmth of his embrace made my tense shoulders relax. I leaned into him, resting my forehead against his chest.
“You won’t,” he murmured. “And even if you do, I’ll be right here. Always.”
My heart thudded at his words. Two months ago, we had been nothing but rivals, always trying to one-up each other. Now, standing in his arms, I realized how much things had changed.
I let out a breath and closed my eyes. “Okay,” I whispered.
Oliver smiled against my hair. “Good. Now, come inside before you freeze.”
He pulled me gently, and for once, I didn’t argue. Maybe, just for tonight, I could let myself rest—with him by my side.
He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “I guess falling in love with you was easy.”
I smirked, tilting my head. “Of course. It’s hard to stay away from my charm.”
Oliver rolled his eyes, but there was amusement in them.
I turned to him, my voice quieter. “But when did you start liking me?”
For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, with a small, knowing smile, he said, “Maybe when I saw you coming out of the shower in SilverBrook.” He glanced at me, as if testing my reaction. “My heart was beating way too fast.”
I blinked, then let out a laugh. “You’re such a liar.”
He shrugged, his smirk playful. “Am I?”
But I wasn’t letting him off that easily. I stepped closer, searching his face. “Yet, you stayed away from me.”
Oliver’s smile faded slightly. His voice dropped to something quieter, more honest. “And it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
The words hung between us, heavy with meaning. I had spent months fighting him, pushing him away, pretending I didn’t care. But the truth was—I did. I always had.
I reached for his hand, and he didn’t pull away.
“Then don’t stay away,” I murmured.
Oliver exhaled, his fingers tightening around mine. “I won’t.”
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—it was slow, deep, and perfect. His lips moved against mine like they belonged there, like this was where we were always meant to end up.
When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
“I’m yours, Liam,” he whispered. “If you’ll have me.”
I smiled, brushing my thumb against his cheek.
“I always have.”