Epilogue

The house was lit and decorated in a fancy but well-mannered way. People stormed in and out of the houses with smile on their faces. Everybody seem to be excited. It was the evening of June 18, 2014; eight years after the death of loved ones.

Joanne came out of one of the rooms, wearing a pink fairy-like gown while making sure everything were in order. She set the table and went to a section of the house where their friendship pictures were pinned on a board. It brought a lot of memories to her and she swiftly made her way to one of the rooms in the house.

In one of the rooms, April made her hand into Daphne's hair, curling and twisting it gently while stretching her hand out to Daphne for her to give her the pins she'll be using on her hair to make it stay firm. Daphne turned her head to the side a bit as she stared at the figure that stood outside from the window of the room where she was.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Daphne asked April