Epilogue

There are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and then finally, acceptance. Callen and I had been stuck at the second one, trying to put the blame of Noah's death on someone. Trying to find someone to be angry at for taking away our little boy's life, for breaking our hearts and leaving us incomplete and lost.

We needed someone to blame and to be angry at and since we hadn't found anyone, we had turned to each other.

We were broken and the pieces of us were irreparable. We tried to be there for each other when we needed it the most, we tried to overcome this together. But the grief was just too difficult and soon, when we couldn't find anyone to blame, we chose ourselves and destroyed the one thing that was left: us.

Fighting to let our anger out wasn't healthy anymore and the solution came from Callen's lips, that one Friday night after a specially heated argument. "I want a divorce". Such a simple sentence with four simple words and yet it held so much power.

He had whispered it. It was almost as if he was questioning it as he had gotten the words out but the idea was still lingering, weighing in both of our minds as we looked into each other's eyes and wondered: how did we get here?

I agreed with him at first. The idea broke my heart and was painful but I knew we couldn't go on like this. When we weren't crying about losing our little boy, we were crying about breaking our couple up. There was only so much one person could handle.

So we decided to split. It didn't take long for me to realize I needed my husband back. That without Callen I wouldn't be able to overcome this and that, in spite of everything that had happened, we still loved each other.

But he couldn't see me without being reminded of Noah and having the pain that came with it. So we thought it would be easier to not see each other to avoid all the memories that came with it.

What a mistake this was.

Callen later told me his depression had come back full force and worse than ever when he had moved out and that was the reason he hadn't answered my calls or agreed to meet me to talk. He thought hiding it from me would make it easier but fighting alone was so much harder.

We didn't realize we needed to lean on each other to be able to grieve. To be able to function again after such a horrible tragedy had happened to us. There was no way we could have our Noah back but fighting with each other wasn't going to help anything.

We needed each other. We loved each other.

We were Sky and Callen and together, we could overcome anything.

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(A/N: I can't believe this story is over already. I'm really going to miss updating it every morning for you guys! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it!

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