This is me. Everything I've ever been, everything I've tried to hide, everything I've survived. Shesawmebefore we ever met, pulled me out of dreams and nightmares and made me real in steel.
"How?" The word comes out rough.
Charity moves to stand beside me, both of us looking up at her creation. "I don't know. But when I found you in my cottage that first night?" She turns to me. "Something in my chest recognized you. Like I'd been waiting for you without knowing it."
Fortune. Fate. Fortuna's invisible hand guiding us together across centuries and circumstances that should have kept us apart.
I think of the goddess's coin I carry, warm against my palm when I roll it across my knuckles. The way luck has both destroyed and saved me. How I ended up broke and desperate in exactly the right place to meet exactly the right person.
Even fate needs courage to work.
"You created me before I found you," I say, still trying to wrap my mind around it. "Unconsciously built exactly what I was without knowing."
"Does that scare you?"
I think about it. Consider whether this level of connection—this proof that something bigger than both of us brought us together—should terrify me.
"No," I say finally. "It makes me believe in things I stopped believing in when I was eight and alone in the world."
"Like what?"
I turn to face her fully, taking her hands in mine. "Like fate. Like purpose. Like the idea that some connectionsare meant to happen regardless of time or logic or the million ways the universe could have kept us apart."
Her smile is tremulous but real. "You believe we were meant to find each other?"
"I believe you've been calling me home without knowing it." I squeeze her hands. "Creating me in steel while I was learning to create myself in this impossible modern world. And when the time was right, fate made sure I ended up broke and desperate in your backyard."
She laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. "Only you could make getting robbed sound romantic."
"Only you could make a dragon and not realize you were sculpting your future." I pull her close, press my lips to her forehead. "Thank you for showing me this. For trusting me with it."
"Thank you for seeing it and not thinking I'm insane."
"Charity." I tilt her chin up, making her meet my eyes. "You're the least insane person I've ever met. You're brave and talented and stronger than anyone I've known in my life. And this?" I gesture at the dragon, at all her sculptures, at the workshop that represents everything she's built in secret. "This is proof that you've always known who you really are. You've just been waiting for permission to become her."
"I'm still waiting," she admits.
"Then stop waiting." I frame her face with my hands, letting her see the absolute conviction in my expression. "You don't need their permission, Charity. You never did. You're alreadyfree.You created freedom in everything around you. Now live it."
She kisses me then—fierce and sudden and full of everything she hasn't learned to say yet. I kiss her back with equal intensity, tasting salt and hope and the beginning of something that feels like destiny finally catching up to us.
When we break apart, she's breathless and smiling and more beautiful than any sculpture she's ever made.
"Tomorrow," she says. "I'm going to start living it tomorrow."
"Why not today?"
Her smile turns mischievous. "Because today I want to show you how to weld."
I laugh—can't help it. "You're going to teach me?"
"Fair's fair. You taught me magic tricks. I'll teach you metalwork." She pulls me toward one of the workbenches. "Besides, I've been wanting to make something with someone else for years. And you're the only person I've ever met who might understand what this means to me."
Lucky settles onto a pile of drop cloths in the corner, clearly content to supervise. And I let Charity show me her world the way I showed her mine—through the work of our hands, through shared creation, through the slow building of something that didn't exist before we made it together.
The dragon watches over us with steel eyes that reflect our movements. My past made solid. Her dreams given form.
Proof that some things are meant to be, regardless of time or distance or all the ways the world tries to keep impossible things apart.
