Epilogue

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2 months later

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2 months later...

The city felt different now, less like a place full of memories I wanted to forget and more like a world of possibilities.

I had spent so much time trying to escape the pain that I hadn't noticed the beauty in starting over, in building something new.

But now, standing at the edge of the pier, with the sun dipping low over the horizon and the water glittering beneath it, I felt like I could finally breathe.

Matteo stood beside me, quiet but present, as always. We had come here today to mark the beginning of something new—a tradition, maybe, or just a simple way of reminding ourselves how far we'd come.

The air was crisp, the kind of cool that signaled the start of fall. I tugged my jacket a little tighter around me and glanced over at him.

"You're thinking again," Matteo said, breaking the silence with a soft smile.

He knew me too well by now.

I laughed lightly, shaking my head. "You caught me."

He stepped closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. "What is it? What's going on in that mind of yours?"

I hesitated for a second, staring out at the water, then sighed. "I've just been thinking about...everything. How much has changed. How we got here."

Matteo nodded, his expression serious now. "It's been a lot. But we made it through."

"Yeah," I agreed, resting my head against his chest.

For a while, neither of us spoke. There was a peacefulness in the air that hadn't been there before, a calmness that settled over me like a blanket.

The past few months had been difficult, but somehow, the hardest part was behind us.

The hospital, the therapy, the endless nights of wondering if I'd ever feel whole again—it all seemed like a distant memory now.

"I'm proud of you," Matteo said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm. "For getting better. For fighting. For letting me in, even when you didn't have to."

I looked up at him, surprised. "I didn't think I could at first. Let you in, I mean. But you wouldn't let me push you away."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," he teased, but there was an edge of seriousness in his tone.

I smiled at that, the warmth of his words settling deep inside me. "I'm glad," I whispered.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, watching the world around us, until Matteo broke the silence again.

"Have you thought about what's next?" he asked, his voice tentative.

I thought about it for a second. The hospital was behind me now, and the therapy sessions were ongoing but manageable.

I was finally eating regularly again, finally feeling like myself.

It wasn't easy, and some days were harder than others, but I was healing. Slowly but surely, I was getting there.

"Honestly? I don't know what's next," I admitted. "But for the first time in a long time, I'm not scared of that."

Matteo nodded, and there was something comforting in the way he looked at me—like he knew exactly what I meant. "We'll figure it out together."

I smiled softly, leaning into him. "Yeah, we will."

For the first time in months, I wasn't weighed down by fear or doubt. I wasn't consumed by what might go wrong.

I was just...here, in the moment, with him.

And that was enough.

As the sun dipped lower and the world around us grew quieter, I took Matteo's hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

He glanced down at our hands and then back at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You ready to go?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

"Yeah," I said, squeezing his hand. "Let's go."

We walked back, side by side, the future stretching out ahead of us—uncertain, but full of promise.

And this time, I wasn't afraid.

AUTHORS NOTEE
It's over😭😭
Thank you guys for coming along with me on this journey!!
I hope you enjoyed the story!!!

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S & J🤫🤫

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