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Final Words-18

I decided to give you guys an ending, kinda felt guilty for leaving you on a cliffhanger. Thank you for being the poggest readers, and supporting my decision. Keep dreaming.

5 years later

I walked up to Tommy, who was standing at the altar, in the tux I picked out for him. After we graduated university, we decided to go to college together. Tommy still streams to this day.

We bought a house together, the coziest place in Brighton.

George, Wilbur, Niki, and Tubbo live in a flat together a mile away. Dream and Sapnap are in the process of getting visas. Bad and Eret are in LA together. Ranboo, Techno, and Karl live in NYC.

Surprisingly enough, Tommy's braces are off. He has quite a nice smile. I saw my Mum sitting with Tommy's Mum and Dad, while everyone else I just mentioned were at the altar, either bridesmaids or groomsmen.

Cassidy is here too, as my maid of honor.

I stepped up in front of Tommy, swallowing the last of my breath mint. In 25 minutes I would officially be Mrs. Simmons.

"Thomas, your vows, please." It was so weird hearing the officiant call him Thomas. We had only ever called him Tom or Tommy.

"Kira. Wow, honestly, that 14 year old boy thought I would never get to meet you. Let alone get to live with you."

He stopped and looked at me. His eyes are still as bright as before, his hair still a hot mess.

"George helped me propose. I was so nervous you would say no, but here we are. I'm with the love of my life. I love you, Kirie."

"Krya, your vows." Wow. I haven't heard someone use my real name in 15 years.

"Well, I'm standing in front of my best friend. Not only is he good at minecraft and my fiancé, but also a child."

That got a chuckle from the audience while Clay wheezed.

"When I first met you in person I knew we were going to end up here, in someway. Ah, fuck. What I'm trying to say is I love you, you dork."

I smiled and looked over at the officiant.

"Thomas Simmons, do you take this woman to be your law-"

"The fuck yeah I do."

People started bursting with laughter, including me.

"Kyra Davidson, d-"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

"You may now kiss the bride."

Tommy pressed his lips to mine, while people were aw-ing, and the lovely groomsmen were trying to figure out who taught us to swear.

I pulled away from him.

"I love you so much it hurts."

"I will love you until the day I die. And I've already started 7 years ago."