One Year Later
"Did I ever tell you how much of a menial job this is?" Emiel asked me and I rolled my eyes with affection.
"Only a thousand times,"
He flashed me a grin.
"Oh. Really? I didn't remember," he spoke sarcastically.
"Think yourself lucky we're here and not at some creepy underground castle," I said, fiddling with the ring on my left hand and he laughed.
"You'd just hate that wouldn't you,"
"You'd be out of there in ten minutes, what are you talking about? For someone who's meant to be all emo and stealthy, you do scream a lot," I teased and Emiel glared playfully at me.
I don't think I was wrong when I said it was the end of the fairytale.
Well, maybe a little.
But our story never really was a fairytale.
It was a messy, irritating, tragic, scandalous drama. That was why I loved it.
And does it have a happy ending, you say?
I'm not sure yet.
Emmy and I continued to work for Angel Investigations as security guards and sort-of detectives.
He hates it.
And honestly, I don't love it either.
But it's a job.
And I like the people we work with.
Who would have thought Cordy's idea would have created such a team?
And the ring on my left finger?
No, its not some tragic symbol like Angel's claddagh ring.
Emiel and I are getting married.
Someday.
Probably in an alley under the cover of darkness surrounded by demons.
But hey, at least we're consistent.
So that's it.
The story of us.
Not such a tragedy after all.
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