It was clear from the beginning, even if only Léa had gained a reflection of that insight, that these people were meant to be together. Their paths might have been written across the duplicates of star-systems, all in homage to the Milky Way, but those constellations and star-signs were far above the earth. Not even Alexia, with her ‘far out’ style, owned a telescope to observe the motion of nature.

For their entire lives, Keith and Andrea remained the best of friends, alike in a good many ways, for Andrea had been correct when she had felt philial love for him, rightly identifying the actor of a brother she had never had until their supermarket meeting – and now they were brother and sister through marriage. No rule of cosmos to affirm or deny the statement, but they had been destined to bring this family together. Both Keith and Andrea, only children, had tuned in to the sorrow of the world, and subconsciously decided that it had to be changed by uniting a bunch of separate men and women.

Too, their companions managed to found themselves in more decent situations in their thirties. Alexia stayed utterly smitten with that true man, Darren, with whom she established both a nouveux clinic for mental disorders in her home city and an extensive family for whom the god-parents were, of course, Andrea and Lucas.

Harry had been determined to be a free man for his entire life, but one day came across a Physics professor who challenged him philosophically, universally, and romantically. It was in meeting her that Harry realised that he could fall in love with wit as well as well-formed whims. Thus, his second marriage was grounded on stronger terms that his first.

Although Keith lost contact with his companion for a while after he took a different job in the economics department of Léa’s publishing company and moved counties, his wife managed to convince him to find the changed man. Keith did so and their friendship could not have been the better for it; although Harry still enjoyed a men’s night out and a pint, Keith was not one to stop him, having developed a sense of what it was to have a bit more liveliness in his life.

This, he would admit, he owed to Lucas. Although not all of the siblings got along all of the time – and thus, Léa’s move home to Northern Redshire came as a deep relief – when they did meet, having been exposed to isolation, each pair greeted the other with loving exuberance, where the romantic mishaps of the past were pushed away, laughed at even! As Lucas would say whenever Andrea was frustrated: ‘forgiveness is the best medicine’. Andrea would then remind Lucas that being a psychologist, she was prone to considering medicine to be the best medicine, prompting him to take his.

And Lucas didn’t let himself be troubled by the Obsessive-Compulsiveness much through a combination of his behavioural therapy and a lower dose of Beta blockers that curbed his anxiety without resulting in his sickness. The speed at which he had found a buyer for the Oxcote house proved Divine intervention. Ryan Garner had owed him since the wedding and their acquaintance finally drew blood as Lucas wrangled his way back into St. Anne’s Secondary, though it gave no other fruit after that moment.

When Lucas began to doubt that Ryan’s personal life was as sorted as his own, he found solace in, not order, but conversation – where Mark Morrison’s therapy led to a friendship where once had been futile anger.

Maybe it had always meant to be that way, Lucas kept saying to himself, maybe the order was utterly right.

And, in all the geometry that was the tangled triangle of their lives, they had managed to push aside the puzzle and form the perfect shape of a loveheart.

The End

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