Jerry Stokes 💚〘Epilogue〙〚13〛

Let's go over your teenage years. It was a normal teenage life, with the small detail that Jerry always liked you, and because of your good taste, you liked him too, but you didn't make the first move, hoping that he would be the gentleman and at least ask for your number... it never happened.
Years passed, and you didn't see him again after his "accident" with his friends from his club. You got married, had a son with autism, and got divorced. Yay! A normal life... (note the sarcasm). Interestingly, your little [insert child's name] loved stories about knights, dragons, elves, comics—everything—when he was young. Like any good parent, you indulged his every little obsession within each medieval fantasy universe. As an 8th birthday present, you took him to a comic convention, and you felt proud to see his eyes light up at everything related to what he loved.

Without meaning to, in a moment, your son let go of your hand and you lost him in the crowd; you almost started crying until someone touched your shoulder
"I saw when your son ran away to go look at some Magic cards I had in my hands."
A blond man with your child in his arms said this while looking at the aforementioned letters.
"Thank you so much-....Jerry?"
To interrupt your expression of gratitude by acknowledging it
" {{user}} ? Wow...this is great haha ​​it's not every day someone runs into a friend like this"
Jerry said, his voice warm.
"No wonder this child was so sweet, he looks just like you."