wow, it's been more than a year of writing and i can't believe it's over... it's been fun writing this story for you guys, you're probably the best fans i could ever ask for!

with all that being said and done, enjoy the last chapter of ms. sencen!

~anna

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three weeks later

Sophie's POV:

It's been all these weeks, and I still can't believe the way home was that easy. Some Moonlark I am, thinking of crazy ways to leave when the answer was right in front of my eyes.

When Keefe and I woke up in the Hospital Wing, it was hard to breathe through Elwin's bone-crushing hug. Fitz was there too. Knowing him, he had probably been waiting in the Hospital Wing with us ever since we went comatose.

Being in a coma was weirder than I expected, definitely. (Not that I anticipated being in a coma. But still.) Biana's still having words with Suk and Knorrig about it, and I'm sure there's loads of shouting involved.

Keefe's still a bit shocked from it. To be honest, we all are. I was out of commission for weeks, and if the Neverseen had found out? That would be absolute chaos. Thank God I'm back were I belong.

That doesn't mean I don't miss Naomi and Favian and Malik, wherever they are. Did the alternate universe disappear when we left it? Did it even exist at all?

I haven't talked with Keefe since we got back. He just jumped off the bed and fled from the Hospital Wing without looking back.

I guess it's for the better, considering all that's happened since...

Edaline's been a strong pillar of support throughout. Grady doesn't know what to do, but I appreciate him for trying. It's still hard for me to sleep at night, sometimes, without someone else in bed beside me.

But that's the thing. I don't know who would be in my bed, and I don't know why it would be hard to sleep without them.

I wonder what Keefe dreamed about, when he was in a coma. Probably some perfect world where he could play pranks all day at Foxfire and never get in trouble. That sounds like it would be his paradise.

My paradise was a world where the Neverseen never existed. I guess that makes sense, in a way. Then I wouldn't be a colossal disappointment to everyone.

But, I also dreamed about a family. A family with someone who I can't remember.

Isn't it funny that I can remember everything else in perfect detail but him?

He was important, I think. Important to me, at least. He meant the world to me, and I meant the world to him.

Wouldn't it be nice to be someone else's everything?

I can't remember who it was. All my memories of him are foggy. I can remember little blips, here and there. He had a nice smile, whoever it was. And vibrant blue eyes, though I can't remember the exact shade.

Going off of that criteria, you would think that it was Fitz.

Come to think of it, it probably was Fitz. He's the one who I've always had a crush on, so it makes sense that he would be my dream-husband, right?

I should probably tell him that it was him.

Something in my stomach turns sharply, and I can't help but feel a bit nauseous. It didn't feel like Fitz.

But it had to be. Who else would I be stuck there with?

It was Fitz. I'm going to go tell him now.

My head spins but I march determindly forward, despite everything in me screaming in protest.

It was Fitz, I repeat to myself. Who else would it be?

A flash of blonde hair rips through my brain, and I clutch my skull like that'll make it stop hurting.

Fitz doesn't have blonde hair.

But who else would it be?

three months later

It's been all these months, and Fitz finally asked me to be his girlfriend.

We've been on five dates this month, mostly going out to eat at fancy dinner places (which are very out of my comfort zone) but also we've been to an amusement park and I couldn't stop laughing that whole day.

It's been good. Fitz has been wonderful this whole time, and even though I feel like something's missing it's been so good.

I feel happy these days, which Edaline only comments on every other minute. Even though I've got bags under my eyes and my hair's tangled to the point where I probably couldn't get a brush through it if I tried.

Keefe's still busy, apparently. I've been trying to hail him but he never picks up his Imparter. Dex says that he's busy running Candleshade after his father up and left.

I say that he's avoiding me.

Anyways, I guess there's more important stuff than Keefe ignoring me. If he's going to avoid my calls then I guess he doesn't really care about me, after all.

Those words hurt even to think. My mouth feels sour, like someone made me eat a whole lemon, peels and all.

I keep getting a few flashes of memory of my mystery man, every now and then. Sometimes it's pictures, other times it's short bursts of emotion. A sense of peace.

I haven't told anyone yet. How am I supposed to explain to Fitz that I don't know if I want to be his girlfriend because I keep getting flashbacks of someone else?

It's like I don't even know who I am anymore.

Dating Fitz has been my dream since I was twelve years old. Surely having my heart set on him since such a young age means that we were meant to be?

I don't know who to trust or what to think.

I wish that Keefe would write back at least once in a while.

three years later

It's been all these years, and Fitz finally proposed last night.

I can't say that I didn't expect it, because I did expect it. I found the ring in his drawer months ago. I kept wondering when he was going to take me out, get down on one knee. It certainly took him a while, didn't it?

Speaking of a while. I was going to invite Keefe to the wedding, but I haven't seen him in years.

Anyways, Fitz said that I shouldn't invite Keefe either, because he's not really our friend anymore, so I guess since I wasn't going to invite him in the first place I won't invite him anyways.

I almost never make decisions on my own anymore, but it's okay because Fitz is there to help me. We're planning a really big wedding now, and even though I wanted to invite Amy he said we couldn't because it's an elven wedding. So I guess maybe we can have a smaller wedding in the human world, like I've always wanted?

I don't know why we have to invite half the population. I guess that since Fitz is a Vacker, maybe this is their tradition. And it's not like I mind having a big wedding; it means there will be more cake.

Fitz said that we couldn't invite Dex either, which I guess I'm okay with. He's busy in his workshop now so he probably wouldn't be able to attend anyways. Besides, it's a big wedding and Dex doesn't like crowds. This wedding is all I could ever ask for, why shouldn't I agree with Fitz on every single detail?

Still, I would have liked it if our wedding was a bit less advertised.

three centuries later

It's been all these centuries, and we haven't aged a day. I'm happy to live out the rest of my very, very long life with Fitz by my side, and I'm sure he feels the same.

He never comes to bed anymore, not even when I call. He's always out with friends or has important business. Sometimes I wonder...

But I don't have to wonder anymore, that's the thing. Everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me, and the world is so much brighter now. Besides, I trust Fitz. He would never hurt me.

Even after three centuries, I can still remember our wedding day. I wanted to wear a white dress instead of green, and Fitz agreed because he said that green made me look like a grasshopper. So I guess it benefited us both then.

I got rid of all my green tunics the next night, but it was fine because I had been outgrowing them anyways. Besides, I like whatever Fitz likes and dislike whatever he dislikes. We have very common interests most of the time.

We didn't have a human wedding too, like I had asked. I had to send Amy pictures and even then I did it in secret. Dex was a bit put out that I hadn't invited him, a lot put out really. Fitz suggested that we let the issue blow over.

It's still blowing over then, I guess, because we haven't talked to Dex in ages. Or Keefe, for that matter. Fitz says I should just ignore him if he's not going to talk to me.

I wish he would talk to me. I wish I could remember-

And then I do.

Blonde hair, icy blue eyes. An alternate universe where I was happy, and I can't recall the last time I felt such joy. And I remember everything I've lost, every year I've wasted, and I can't go back now, can I?

And Fitz will be coming back soon. And we'll fight a bit, but I'm still happy now. It's been all these years. Keefe's not coming back.

So I'll have to be happy with what I've got. Because I've got everything I could ever ask for.

Really, it would just be selfish to want more. It would be selfish to want to rewrite the past.

I've been happy with Fitz. I am happy with Fitz.

So why do I feel like I've made a giant mistake?

wow, it's been a whole journey with this book, i guess. i can't believe it took me close to a year and a half to finish this story. the last chapter was hard to write, but it's been fun! it's certainly been an interesting book, i hope.

thank you all for reading this story until the very end, i hope you've enjoyed the last chapter of ms. sencen!

please check out my next book, the ghost of you, and be sure to watch out for the roleplay i have coming out soon! i'll see you all there.

signing off for the last time,

anna brooks

p.s. i might be persuaded to do a question-and-answer section for the last chapter, just to answer any questions you all might have. i'm sure you're confused, that's probably all my fault. don't worry, your concerns will be answered!

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