chapt. nineteen

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molly by lil dicky
i will wait by mumford & sons

the sun.

phil practically skips through the hallway, the familiar chill of handcuffs on his wrists. but he doesn't mind.

it's over.
ten years,
3650 days;
over.

missy waits in the carpark for him.
she could've come in,
but he doesn't mind.

officers nod at him in approval.
the warden waves him goodbye.
tells him good luck.

"i can go?"

they nod and say nothing.
he really doesn't mind.

phil finds himself running through the prison reception; pushing out the door and fumbling down the stairs. the air hits him like a tonne of bricks. he sucks it in, filling his lungs and letting it wash over his stale jeans and sweatshirt.

missy looks up from her phone, a massive grin spread across her face.

"philly!" she squeals, bounding towards him in a sprint.

she tackles him into a hug, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they both stumble before falling onto the grass.

even though they've talked nearly everyday for ten years- whether it be over phone or during visiting hours- they've never met; never hugged or laughed, spoke or cried in person. it's all been separated by some sort of barrier; both physical and mental.

"oh my god, missy," phil cries. "you have no idea how long i've waited to hug you."

"ten years?" she jokes, pulling them both off the ground.

phil shoves her lightly, laughing loudly. it feels good; to laugh, to touch, to breathe. he supposes he likes it- actually, he knows he likes it. a lot.

missy buckles herself into the drivers seat of her jeep cherokee. phil seats himself in the passenger side, relaxing back into the chair.

he has no desire to check into a hotel or wash up. he's been waiting for one thing for the last ten years.

"to the beach?"

missy grins. "where else?"

phil takes one last glance at the prison.
he leaves his time behind.
he leaves his crimes behind.
he leaves his past and his present behind.

and most importantly, he lets dan go;

because he doesn't really mind anymore.

FIN.

a/n
woahhhhhhh
what a ride amirite
an epilogue is on its way

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