Changed: Sequal to "More Than Friends"

It's been almost a year since (Y/N) left town. Justin has been doing what she told him in the note. He hasn't gone out much and hardly talks to anyone. But when he gets a job at the local Kroger and sees (Y/N) his hopes rise to an all time high. After a small talk they have, he knows things are different between them. (Y/N) now has another boyfriend named, Troye. (looks like youtuber, Troye Sivan) Justin is heart broken because its like (Y/N) forgot the note, the necklace, their love. Will Justin make (Y/N) the person she was before, and will his love for her be enough?

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30. 25 Years

(Justin's P.O.V.)

It's been twenty-five years since (Y/N)'s death. I'm forty-five now. I have paid her phone bill every month so I can call and hear her voice.
Two years after (Y/N)'s death, I went to the cemetery to give her flowers. I was talking to her, telling her about life, then as I was leaving I heard a girl crying. I walked toward the sound then I saw a girl with long light brown-almost blonde- hair, this outfit:


She was sitting next to a newer grave, she was holding a bouquet of roses. I crouched down beside her and put my hand on her back. She turned her head and wiped her tears away.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Justin, I was over there," I pointed toward (Y/N)'s grave, "and I heard you crying as I was leaving."
She took a deep breath and sat criss-cross, "oh. I'm Jennifer. Who you were you visiting?"
I held my tears down, "my ex-fiancé."
Jennifer's eyes widened, "what happened?"
"She died in a car crash."
She sat on her knees, coming closer to me, "could they not save her?"
I wiped away a tear, "no, she died instantly."
Before I knew it her arms were around me, "oh my god, I am so sorry."
I slightly smiled and put my left hand on her back, "it's okay, it's not your fault."
She let go, "when did she die?"
I choked, "two years ago."
Her eyes drooped, "oh, my boyfriend died last year. How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-two. You?"
"Twenty-one."
I nodded.
Ever since that day we have been together, five years later we got married. Four years after our marriage we had our first son. We named him Dylan. It's been 14 years since he was born. I still live in the house I built for (Y/N) and I, not a day goes by when I don't think about her. I still pay her phone bill, still have her insanely cracked phone.
No one is allowed in my study because one of the book shelves has pictures of me and her through the years, I have little pictures we made each other, photos we took, developed pictures from Instagram, her second favorite necklace, and my engagement ring. I go in there everyday and call her phone, letting it go to voicemail and listening to her voice.
"Hey, it's (Y/N), I'm busy right now I love you. Byee!" Then I hear my laugh in the background.
I still shed a tear every once in a while. But I love her, she was my best friend.

Tonight Dylan is having a party. He has a few of his friends over. It's four o'clock and they just came in from swimming all day. I went in there and hung out for a while, for a forty-six year old guy, I still have my twenty year old guy abs.
The guys came in as Jennifer was making dinner. I went upstairs to change. I closed the door but I could hear Dylan and his friends.
"Out of the fourteen years I've been alive, I have never been in this room," Dylan said.
"Why don't you just go in?" Asked one of his friends.
I had all of my clothes on and I peeked my head through the door. The boys opened the door.
At this point I was walking quickly down the stairs. I really don't want Jennifer to come this way, she told me to get rid of that stuff, but I refused. She said if I put it somewhere she won't see it, it's okay.
I walked in the study and saw my son and his four friends holding a picture of (Y/N) wearing a white crop-top, light blue high-waisted shorts with rips down the front, straight hair, white converse, her tongue out while winking, and holding up two fingers representing peace. Damn, I loved that picture. That was three weeks into our relationship
"What do you think?" I asked startling all five of them.
"Who is this Dad?" Dylan asked.
"That was my best friend since I was four, and my girlfriend since I was," I thought for a second, "nineteen to twenty, and my fiancé from twenty to twenty."
Dylan laughed, "is this mom?"
Now it was my turn to laugh, "no, that was my best friend."
"Why haven't I met her yet, cause damn is she fine!" The guys laughed, and so did I, "does she still look like that?"
My smile faded, my heart broke, "I don't know son."
"Well why not?"
I took a deep deep breath, "because she died."
"Oh," he felt bad.
"Guys," I said, they all looked at me, "tonight, I'm gonna tell you a story, about a girl and a boy."
(AUTHORS NOTE: yep everyone this is it. I enjoyed writing these so much, and I'm really sorry if I made you cry. I really do love and read all of your comments. I thank you so much for commenting and reading and enjoying this story. I will miss these characters so much. But, I have a surprise. I am writing a new fanfiction called, "Fly Away With Me," that will be up soon. The information about it is a secret until it comes out. I really do love each and every one of you. For those who just started reading and for those who were there in the beginning. Thank you so much for your support. I hope you enjoy my next fanfiction. I love you, thanks.
-Katie)

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