The Calm and the Storm [#NaNoWriMo15]

Epilogue. Bury The Hatchet

"Kit, can you help me with this despicable mirror, please?" Reyna called from the bathroom, and Atticus poked his head around the corner of the kitchen and peered into the bathroom, where he saw his girlfriend struggling with the disgusting mirror that she had managed to pry off the wall. Atticus dropped what he was doing and moved into the bathroom to help her, taking the mirror from her healthy olive-toned hands and taking it out into the living room, where the 'discard' pile was doubling in size from when Atticus had began to work on the apartment on his own. But that was months ago; all of that had happened months ago, and now everything was going to plan.

For once.

"Okay, the bathroom is all cleared out now," Reyna announced, clapping her hands together in triumph. "Just have to pull up those ghastly tiles, and we will have ourselves another fresh canvas. Ooh, this is so exciting!"

Atticus glanced at her and laughed at her excitement, but quickly stopped as he felt a sharp pain stabbing at his heart so abruptly that he almost gasped aloud. Reyna hadn't grown stupid since she died, however. She knew him too well since she came back, and the worry was clear in her bright, flashing white eyes as she quickly moved forward to help steady Atticus out.

"Whoa, easy there," she murmured, glancing at Atticus' heart which had a bandage still wrapped around his torso to protect. He had been stabbed in the heart, you know, so he still had to get used to surviving something like that. "You have to be more careful, Kit! Especially today; you cannot go to the prison in pain; Nate will know you are still hurting. You should not have told him you were fine last week."

"But I was fine last week," Atticus whined, and Reyna laughed vaguely, her eyes sparkling reflections of his own. Since she had literally come back from the dead a few months ago, all she had been doing was worrying about Atticus, making sure he was okay. He had been doing the same for her, making sure she didn't suddenly pass out and leave him again. But she was doing amazing; she had flesh on her bones, and her skin wasn't pale and shadowed anymore; it was healthy and glowed with every minute of the day. Her eyes, though they had lost their vibrant blue, still shone with beauty every time he saw them and reflected the colour of her hair, now permanently straight and white. It didn't look too ridiculous, given the fact that her skin had colour to it now, but it still made her look like a completely different person. No less beautiful, though, and she was still the same bright, bubbling woman that she had been before the electricity that was in charge of her heart ran out.

You see, Felix was clever. In order to make sure Reyna wouldn't leave that factory (keeping the electricity in her heart to give her her powers) she wouldn't be losing her energy and would constantly have the ability to stop her mother and any other who tried to kill her. It also kept her safe from the outside world, and while Atticus was annoyed at him for this, he was also very grateful that she was still alive and with him. She had moved into his apartment, and they were rebuilding it together. It made his heart soar, for her to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he saw every night. He'd capture her smiling, laughing or cursing at random moments of the day, and it was at those moments when he realised how much he loved this woman. She was his everything, and he was so thankful for whatever angels were watching over her when she came back to him.

"I'm sorry, I just love seeing you laugh," Atticus replied with a little grin, and Reyna scoffed at him, but managed to laugh at his ridiculousness anyway.

"Come on, you," she said, patting his shoulder like a child before she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "Nora is waiting for me, and you need to see your brother."

"I'm just glad Chris gave him 5 years and not a lifetime in prison," Atticus sighed as they moved out of their apartment, shrugging their coats on to brace themselves against the cool winter breeze. Now that Reyna was exactly the same as Atticus – a vessel – she could do human things like eat, sleep, shower and feel differing temperatures, like cold. She didn't like the cold.