Tricked ya. I do that sometimes.

Of all of the stories I’ve written, the one I was sure I was never going to touch again was this one. As much as I love an open-ended ending, I didn’t really want to do that. This story was incredibly sad, too sad as some readers occasionally pointed out, and it felt too rude to have it be so heartbreakingly sad and then leave it up to interpretation. So, today I added an epilogue to the story. I hope you enjoy it.

Plus, as mentioned, I have a clear idea in my head as to how my stories play out. While I couldn’t have really picked up this storyline in a whole other story, I figured the least I could do is jump ahead in time and let people know how it ended.

I also hope people don’t mind the self-indulgent little add-on right at the end – I felt given the themes of the story, it was necessary. Just as some people claim to get their sex education from porn stories (which is all the more reason to be accurate when it comes to the hymen and focus less on measurements), some people are going to learn human interaction to a small extent from these stories. I know I’ve read a line in a sex story about some dude expressing his feelings and gone, “Woah, I’m gonna use this!” at age 14.

So in case that little blurb at the end helps anyone, I wanted to include it. I know my past self would have found some comfort in reading it.

Also, fun fact, this is my first ever piece that didn’t include sex in any form. It kind of feels good to know that not every piece has to include sex, especially if I already posted something this month. Obviously I know why you’re here so I won’t make too much of a habit out of it, but I hope it’s enjoyed nonetheless. I’ll talk to you all next week.