Well...here we have it. The last chapter....THE EPILOGUE.

It might be a lot different than what you guys expected. I hope it's not too disappointing.

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Well, for the last time with this story...ENJOY!


Daniel Torid walked down the street, clutching the sheet of paper tautly in his hands as if his life depended on it. He walked down the street, looking up at the names of restaurants and shops, trying to find the one he was looking for.

and finally, 609.

Daniel looked up at the sign covering the bakery.

He then looked through the window. There was a counter covered in an array of deserts. There was a menu on the wall above the counter. The choices were written in different colored chalks, all in a beautiful, clear design. There were tables scattered around the bakery. Most of the tables were full, but some of the tables were empty, waiting for hungry customers.

At one table, a waitress was pouring some coffee into someone's mug, while they ate a piece of cake and read a book in their hands. Some people were talking, and laughing, while some people were just sitting quietly, watching people walk down the street.

Daniel continued looking through the window, trying to find her.

Once he looked, and couldn't find her, he decided to enter. A little bell rang after he opened and let the door close behind him.

"Welcome! Would you like a table for one, or are you going to have something to go?"

Daniel cleared his throat before responding. "Table for one, please."

The young waitress smiled. "Sit wherever you'd like. I'll be with you in one minute."

Daniel gave the waitress a short smile before he took his seat by the window. He looked around the restaurant once again. It only took a few moments before the waitress brought him a menu. He quickly refused it, already knowing what he wanted.

"I'll have a cup of mint tea, and a piece of chocolate cake, please."

The waitress smile down at him. "Been here before?"

Daniel couldn't help but smirk. "Sort of."

"Well, I'll be right back with your tea and cake."

Daniel mumbled a 'thank you' before looking around the room once more. It was quite obvious to him that Samantha had say in every little decoration. Daniel couldn't help but frown at what happened between the two. It still broke his heart a little bit each time thinking about it.

"Why are you leaving so early? I mean, doesn't school not start for another few weeks?"

Samantha looked down at her feet. Her and Daniel were sitting on a quiet park bench in the early hours of the evening.

"My parents want me to get there early, so I can adapt to my surroundings. I tried telling them that I wanted to leave as late as possible, but they wouldn't go for it."

Daniel shook his head, as he clutched Samantha's hand tightly. He wanted to do anything but let go. "Can't you just not get on that plane tomorrow? I mean, what can they do if you just buy a later plane ticket?"

Samantha shook her head. "I can't just do that. They're my parents, Daniel. I can't just defy what they say."

She looked at Daniel, who shook his head fiercely. "You don't even want to go to London for college. You're only going because they're forcing you to."

"They're paying for my education. What they say has to go. And you know I'd rather stay here, with you. But that's not possible."

"Then why don't we run away?" Daniel suggested.

Samantha rolled her eyes and let out a soft giggle. "Don't be so cliché, Daniel."

"I'm not being cliché. And I'm not kidding. Come on, Samantha. What the hell are we supposed to do for four years? You're going to be in a completely different time zone. It's not like we're going to be able to drive to see each other every weekend. We won't even be able to call each other that often, because you'll be on a completely different schedule! You can take as much money as you can, and I'll do the same. And we'll just run away together. We can get a house up in the mountains. We'll find a small town, and you can open your own little restaurant, and I'll be the manager. And you won't need to go to London."

Samantha shook her head and kissed Daniel's worried lips. "We both need to go to college. Daniel, it's four years. I'll come back for the summer! And maybe some vacations! Just four years, and then everything will be okay."

"Just four years? Sam, four years? Four years isn't a short about of time. A lot happens to a person in four years. How can we just wait for four years, huh? How do you just expect me to wait around for four long years?"

Samantha leaned away from Daniel with a hurt look covering her face. "I thought maybe it was worth it? I don't know, Daniel. I thought the fact that we were worth it, that I was worth it was a good enough reason. I thought that was a good enough explanation for how this is going to work after tomorrow. Was I wrong? Are we not worth it? Am I not worth it? What would be worth it, Daniel?"

"Stop it, Samantha. You're making me sound like the bad guy. I'm not the bad guy. Stop acting like that. I'm just freaking out just a little bit here."

"Well stop it! I don't know what we're going to do. I don't know what's going to happen. I just know it's going to be really, really difficult. I just- I just don't want us to break up."

Daniel stared at Samantha in silence. He tried to picture the next four years. Going to bed every night, knowing the next day he probably wouldn't even speak to Samantha. He felt tears well up in his eyes, but quickly stopped himself before Samantha saw this.

She began to take his silence negatively. "Daniel, do you want us to break up?"

Daniel shook his head quickly. He didn't realize Samantha was waiting for a response. "I think that will hurt even more. I just don't understand how we're going to make it through the next four years."

"I wish I could say something to make this at least a little bit easier. I wish I could do something to make this easier. But the truth is, I can't. It's going to be difficult no matter how we look at it, no matter how we phrase it. But I think it would be difficult even if I wasn't going to London for college."

"We'd be able to talk more," Daniel mumbled.

"We'll still be able to talk! I'll stay up late, so that we can talk at reasonable times. I'll send you letter, leave you e-mails, and voicemails. It's the 21st century. I think we'll be able to find some sort of communication that's easiest for us."

"But I won't be able to see you everyday. Just thinking about waking up, and every morning knowing that I won't be going to lunch with you, or taking you to the movies, or kissing you. Just knowing that, it hurts, Sam. It hurts a lot."

Samantha struggled to fight her tears. She leaned in, and rested her head on Daniel's shoulder. He quickly adapted to this new position, and wrapped his arms firmly around Samantha.

"I know. But we're strong enough. We can handle this, right?"

Samantha turned her head and looked up at Daniel. He forced a smile and looked down at her pink lips. "Right."

Daniel leaned in and placed his lips upon Samantha's. He didn't know how many kisses they had left before she had to leave.


Daniel thought, Nine.

The first kiss was there on that park bench. They kissed a few more times that night, and shared two deep kisses in the morning, before Samantha had to leave for the airport.

Daniel was brought out of his flashback once his waitress set down his tea and coffee in front of him.


He smiled warmly up at her before taking a bite of the cake.

It was still as moist as he had remembered it.

Although he didn't think about it every night, or every morning, Daniel still wondered if it was his fault. As it turned out, they weren't strong enough to get through it. The five-hour time difference plus the school-work plus the classes plus the distance made it very difficult to talk to one another at all. Eventually, they both decided that it was time to stop because it was only torturing both of them.

Daniel still regretted it every time he thought of his future. He often wondered if Samantha regretted it as well.

Daniel finished his cake, and was half done with his tea within ten minutes. He was starting to get butterflies in his stomach. He almost left without accomplishing the reason he visited the bakery in the first place.

He began to feel incredibly stupid as well.

What if she wasn't even here?

Daniel was about to get up and pay, before the waitress came over.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

Daniel took a deep breath before asking the waitress what he wanted to.

"Is Samantha here by any chance?"

The waitress smiled. "She's in the kitchen. Is she expecting you?"

Daniel shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "She's not expecting me. But if you could just tell her that someone was here to see her, that would be great."

"May I ask who I should tell her who you are?" she asked.

"I kind of wanted it to be a….surprise," Daniel explained, although the word sounded weird. He just didn't want to explain the situation to this waitress whom he hardly knew.

The waitress didn't try and push for an explanation. "I'll try and get her out here as soon as possible."


Daniel stared at the door the waitress went through. He knew that Samantha would be walking out any moment.

Would she look any different? Was her hair still just as curly? Did she still smile all the time? Were her teeth still pearly white? Did she still love him?

Daniel held his breath as he watched the door open. The waitress walked out first, with a cake in her hands. The door was just about to close, until Samantha stepped out quickly. She seemed to be laughing at something the waitress was saying. She took her apron off and put it on the counter near the door. Daniel felt his heart stop for just a moment.

He tried to remember what he planning on telling her. He had a whole monologue written in his mind. He just didn't expect to forget all of it once he saw her.

"He didn't give you a name?" Daniel heard Samantha ask.

The waitress shook her head. "Nope, he said it was a surprise."

"Where is he sitting?"

The waitress pointed over to Daniel. He looked down at his tea. "He's sitting by the window."

Samantha seemed to freeze once she realized exactly who had asked for her.

Seven years had gone by, and he still looked like the eighteen-year-old boy she happened to fall in love with. He still had that cute, awkward look on his face when he was nervous. His eyes hadn't changed. There was a little more stubble on his face, which made him look older, but he was still the same Daniel to Samantha.

She stepped closer to the table, which caused Daniel to look up. She walked closer to the table, and watched as Daniel stood up with every step she took.

She was three steps away from him, when she finally spoke.


Daniel closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. Samantha wrapped her own arms around Daniel's shoulders and pressed her lips to his.

Fate was right. It only took one girl to change Daniel's life completely.


Well....there you have it folks.

That's it. No sequel, nada. Over the summer I will be working on editing it, but nothing major will be changed.

I want to thank EVERYONE who has read this story. Whenever I get even one more hit....it means a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed the story. It's nice to know that people care about what I'm writing.

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- Morine