Behind us, the lake moves quietly, water brushing against the shore in soft, steady rhythms, like the world is still turning, even as mine shifts into something new.
His thumb lingers over my hand, like he is grounding himself in the reality of it.
That I said yes.
That we chose each other.
He brings his fingers under my chin, making me look up. His green eyes are warm and full of love. “Ready for this new adventure, Tinker?”
I nod, my voice softer now, steadier. “Let’s build Neverland.”
And then his mouth is on mine. A kiss that carries everything we have been building toward.
Everything we survived.
Everything we chose.
His arms tighten around me, holding me like he never wants to let go.
Standing here, in the house he built for us, with the lake stretching out behind it and a future unfolding in front of me, I feel something I thought I lost a long time ago.
Freedom.
Home.
A love so pure I can’t help but believe it is…
Magic.
THE END
