Epilogue

thank you guys for running with me, I hope you will all trail over to my works in the future. onto the last chapter, love you kids.~~~I jitter like an excited little girl, my arms shaking and my legs bouncing.

The sun shines through the large panes of glass overlooking the landing strip and a couple of planes. A handful of people spill out of the plane I can't quite remove my eyes from, the plane that holds the person I love most.

My mother sits by me and massages my shoulders, attempting to calm me.

I cover my face, also trying to calm myself.      "I can't believe I'm finally about to see him." I exclaim, my voice muffled by my hands shielding my face.

I wait impatiently and my heart beats out of my chest, all I can think about is his chocolate brown eyes and his soft, cozy voice.

A tap on my shoulder erupts my thoughts, and expecting it to be my mom I lift my head and turn.

A world of emotional brown eyes face me and a beautiful art piece is smiling right at me. His sharp jaw line forms into a shake, his happiness likely getting the better of him.

"Tyler!" I croak, my voice sore from all the days I've recently been spending in a welcoming studio, offering me every fulfillment I need for my possible music career.

"Olivia," He whispers with a notable lump in his throat, pulling me to his chest with strong arms. I pull myself out of the seat, burying my nose in his shoulder.

"God knows, I've missed you." I tell him, clawing at the fabric of his inside-out shirt. I rub his back from under his jacket, letting the soft cotton comfort my newly callused fingers.

He pulls away from me, cupping my chin in his gentle hands. I try to keep a straight face, but when I look into his beautiful, powerful eyes I can't hold myself from a smile.

I relocate my hands to the collar of his black jacket, fumbling with it in nervousness.

He leans forward almost slow-motion, everything seems to be going so sluggish. I want to just tackle him with hugs and admiration but I'm scared... we haven't seen each other in over two months and now that he is here everything feels unreal.

Yet, what good is life if you don't pursue what you desire?

I push myself towards him, wrapping my hands around his neck. Tuffs of his hair slip through my fingers, the light strands reminding me that this is not a dream.

"Okay, okay." A joking voice announces, me and Tyler awkwardly pulling away from each other.

We're magnets, really. You can pull us apart but we will eventually return to our original position.

"Hey, Josh." I say, a light blush spreading across my cheeks from embarrassment.

He spreads his arms open wide, knowing full well I need one of his famous hugs. As I embrace Josh all I can think about is how much I've missed both him and Tyler... the months of sitting in my room and staring at my ceiling, the months of repeating songs in the studio to improve. The months of loneliness.

"So, what's the plan?" I ask.

"Tyler, here, is taking you out for dinner tonight, so I'll probably just go catch up with some other friends." Josh tells me as he unwraps his arms from me.

"Wait, I- I don't wanna cut you out." I reply with a frown, crossing my arms.

"No, it's fine. I need to hit up some people anyways." Josh reassures me with a smile, walking towards the luggage belt. Tyler follows suit, retrieving his suitcase.

We walk in a pack to my moms car, spitting out jokes like rappers and rhymes. As the boys throw their bags into the trunk I look at the passing cars and the bright sky. Everything is so much more vibrant now... When they were gone the whole world was dull and uninteresting. Now, everything is intricate and lovely.

I climb into the back of the car, leaning into Tyler's side and resting on him.

"You okay?" He asks me, caressing my forehead.

"I think I wasted all my energy on waiting for you guys. Now that you're here I feel like I'm in a dream." I explain to him, looking at the back of Josh's bright pink hair as he talks with my mom.

Tyler says nothing for a second, and from the change in the air I can imagine him frowning. "Are you up to going to the restaurant?" He asks, gently brushing his fingers through my hair.

"I feel like everything is unreal, not that I'm tired." I tell him with a giggle, repositioning my head to look up at him. "I'm very much up to it." I assure him, resting my head back down.

The rest of the ride home is filled with silence. Not uncomfortable or boring, but relaxing and pleasing. Somewhere in this empty space I manage to fall asleep even though I claim I'm not tired. ~~~Tyler drives us to the restaurant, refusing to play any music.

"Come on." I groan, reaching for the radio. He immediately covers the buttons with his right hand, keeping his left hand on the wheel and his eyes on the road.

He pulls into a packed parking lot, driving his car through the curved driveway in front of the large establishment. He slides out of the car easily, tossing his keys to a nicely suited valet. He is acting unusually sly.

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"Where did you get all that chill from?" She asks me with her enchanting giggle.

"Bought it at the thrift shop." I answer with a chuckle, offering my arm. She loops her left arm beneath mine and as we approach the fancy building the strung lights glow in her eyes. The wonder in her is brighter than any light here.

We walk in the entrance, the place suddenly more cozy than elegant. She moves herself closer to me, a smile plastered on her face.

"Reservation for Tyler Joseph." I say to the man at the podium, the tux I had just switched in to nice and sharp. Though I feel nice in this suit, simply the sight of Olivia in the dress her mom had bought her is overwhelming.

The man leads us to a small square table, perfectly clothed with white, pristine fabric.

We make small talk, Olivia obviously distracted by the grand interior on the walls that looked rich but welcoming. The waitress comes with our food, lending me a smile as she notices the bump in my pocket.

"M'Lady." I say once the waitress leaves, pouring Olivia some incredibly expensive wine. She giggles in response, grasping the classic wine glass and sipping on the wine.

"I've never had such pricey wine before." She tells me with a smile, carefully taking another taste. "Wow, this is amazing."

"Well, I thought that someone as amazing as you deserves something at least half as great." I inform her, my words getting cheesier by the minute. I feel sweat begin to form on my forehead as I replay my rehearsed lines in my head.

I can do this.

No you can't.

I can't do this.

"I'll be right back." I say, abruptly leaving my seat and quickly going to the bathroom. I need to talk to Josh.

"Hey, did you pop the question?" Josh asks me, his dynamic voice flowing from the other side of the phone.

"I don't know if I can... I'm so nervous. My anxiety and all-" I begin, cut off before I could finish.

"Don't let your anxiety get the better of you." Josh says, his liveliness suddenly vanished and sternness approaching. "You go out there and you ask her because I know you can do it. I'm giving you permission, don't make me regret it."

I nod though he can't see me and I hang up the call, facing the mirror. I straighten my tux once again and stare at myself.

"I can do this." I say aloud, not really minding if anyone hears for once.

The voice that was here just minutes ago is now long gone, it's negativity out of mind. I emerge from the bathroom before I can change my mind, replacing myself at the seat across from Olivia.

"Olivia." I say simply, sliding out of my chair and onto one knee. "Will you marry me?" I request, the simple white box popped open with the ring sticking out of its leather hold.

Heads turn to look our way, her loud gasp drawing many people's attention due to this being a rather quiet restaurant.

I smile as tears fill her eyes, my nervousness pulsing throughout my body.

"Yes!" She exclaims, falling on the floor to hug me. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

Cameras flash, the closest one being Mark sitting at a nearby table. I requested that he would come here to capture the moment, his skill exquisite.

I clutch her to my chest, smoothing her hair and chuckling. We part slowly and I look deep into her captivating grassy eyes.

I place my thumbs on her cheeks, wiping away her tears as she does the same for me. She drops her hand in front of my chest, letting me slide the gleaming ring onto her ring finger.

"I love you." I say quietly, simply so only she can hear. I let my hands find their way to her face and circle her cheek bones with my thumbs.

"You know I love you too." She says with a laugh. Before I could let her kiss me first again, I passionately press my lips against hers, letting the rest of the world drain away.

In this moment I forget about all of the cameras, all of the anxiety, the whole word itself. All I can remember is my love for Olivia as we connect, her fingers curling through my hair and her smile obvious.

In this moment with Olivia, in every moment with Olivia, I can focus on love rather than Blurryface.

Olivia is my antidote.

She's helped me polarize: to separate two opposing forces.

She's helped me fight Blurryface, and though he isn't gone, she has given me something else, some much more worthwhile, to focus on.

Olivia has given me herself, and I'm ready to give myself to Olivia.

thank you guys. so much.

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