A/N: I haven’t been here since... forever. And... my juices for this story have completely gone dry. So yesterday, I came and read this story over again, and I realized. It seemed to end already. I wanted to create conflict, but I needed it in third person, but this was in first person and it just didn’t seem to fit... so here it is. The extremely short ending to the extremely short Face Contortions. I was going to go through all this angst and then... NC-17 rated stuff, but it didn’t seem to fit... so I’m really sorry I had to end it this way. Thanks for those who reviewed this measly 2-chapter story... and watch out for OrangeFlips in the future.

Epilogue

So it turns out the only reason my mother was not overtly worried about me was because I was supposedly going to be okay in a couple of weeks. It was all... psychological, the doctor had said. Erik, well, he’s sort of been my bodyguard now. I was already taking American Sign Language as an easy way out of my language credits, so I was rather prepared for my deaf-ness. My mom also got me a hearing aid, so I could sort of hear what other people were saying...

It would seem wrong to say this, but I can’t help it. I’m... happy. For the first time in a long while, I’m surprisingly happy. Erik was always around me... my parents adored me, and nobody picked on me anymore.

I grew up to be a teacher. Erik and I moved to San Francisco, where we could get legally married. We recently adopted two twin boys... although Erik and I’ve been through thick and thin, this was my fairy tale ending.