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The guns.
The drama.
The madness.
All gone.
There's only her.
My Rusty.
My singer.
My best friend.
My home.
Three years ago, I thought I wasn't worthy of her.
Turns out she never wanted perfect.
She just wanted me.
And somehow—by some divine miracle—she still does.
Later that night, as we're slow dancing barefoot beneath strings of lights while thunder rolls out over the ocean in the distance, Amanda rests her head against my chest.
“Hey, Less?”
“Yeah, Sweetheart?”
“You know if you disappear again, I'll hunt you down myself this time.”
I grin.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Means you'll come after me.”
She rolls her eyes.
“You're ridiculous.”
“Yeah.”
“But you love me, anyway.”
Her smile softens.
“I love you always and forever.”
And this time?
I fucking know it.
Because happily ever after isn't some fairy tale.
