Epilogue
Lying here nowamongst my sleeping men, I try and evaluate what has happened these past few weeks. How have I gone from that broken girl to this woman right here, loved by these men? It seems inconceivable to me. Even now when we are a tangle of limbs and hot breaths, I still find it difficult to fathom. I would be lying if I didn’t say that I’m scared, that even though I promised to stay, I still have the urge to run. I won’t though, no matter what. These men have shackled me to their hearts well and truly, and I am responsible for their happiness as well as my own. Besides, we are a family now by choice. It’s what I’ve alwayswanted.
Somehow, we are mending each other, and whilst I know that our love may not be the conventional kind, that there will be times when it will be challenged, I know now that as long as we are together we’ll be able to weather anystorm.
Or so I had thought.
To becontinued…