Six years later...
"Mom!" Jules hears her daughter shout from upstairs. "Yes honey?" She calls back. Her daughter runs down the stairs holding a picture frame. "I was in the attic, and I found this!" Haley is a spitting image of Matt. She has his hazel eyes and brown hair. She's very logistical and a hundred percent knows what she wants. Definitely a lawyer in training.
Jules didn't know she was pregnant. About a month after Matt's death, she started having morning sickness. It wasn't impossible. She'd felt her heart explode when she saw those two lines. A child. Their baby. In a lot of ways Haley had saved her. She felt like she still had a piece of Matt with her.
She'd had a lot of time after his death to think about what she wanted. To be still and not react to something different happening all the time. She'd learnt a lot about herself. About grief, about revenge. She'd killed Jameson. Yes, it felt good she felt free, he couldn't hurt her anymore. But there was the aftermath of that. The post traumatic stress. She realized the only way she could really feel free is to forgive herself and rebuild her world again. A home. A place where she really belonged. So, she started afresh. Jules raised her daughter in a nice neighborhood in Brooklyn and she started a company to help women suffering from abuse. That way she could still help people, minus the violence. She preferred it that way. She feels at home there. She can directly see the good that she's doing because she's in control. Finally. She didn't realize it was possible, but she now understands what Matt meant. She does have a lot to offer.
Jules takes the picture from her daughter, and she chuckles. It's a picture of her and Matt. He'd just graduated from Columbia law school, and they were celebrating at his favorite bar, Josies. He's grinning madly into the camera and Jules has her arm around him, looking at him completely infatuated. If only she'd made a move, then. They would've had more time. "You and Daddy look really happy." Haley comments. Jules gets down to her level, tears in her eyes, and kisses her on the top of her head. "We were Hales; we really were."
Matt Murdock was many things, a lawyer, a friend, The devil of Hell's Kitchen. A martyr, a saint to some and a troublemaker to others. A vigilante. But to Jules he was her best friend. The love of her life. Simply a blind boy she chose to talk to in a library once, many years ago.
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Invisible String
Fanfiction"Time, curious time gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think. All along there was some Invisible string tying you to me?" - Taylor Swift Jules Ward and Matt Murdock's paths collided...
