A/N: I don't own The Secret Garden.
Well, never say never. I've officially written cousincest. Granted, it was legal back then, and rather common. Curse you, Colin, for being so cute!
"Are you making this magic?" I asked her.
"No, you are."
"Just like in the story."
I laid my hand upon my chest.
"It's like the whole universe is in here."
"I'm certain it is."
"That means I could marry you."
"What? But we're cousins!"
"I don't care. I want us always to be together."
"We are together," she assured me.
And then she leaned over and kissed me.
I meant what I said all of those years ago.
Before I met Mary, I lived half a life, always expecting my death. I faded away in the darkness.
But then she came. My light. Our secret meetings became the only moments I looked forward to.
She was the only one who cared enough about me to believe in me. Of course, her stubbornness certainly had something to do with it. We've both always been so stubborn.
When she told me that she knew where my mother's Garden was -that she had been in it- I thought she was an angel. The Garden was the most wonderful thing I could imagine, and she could take me there.
The visits to our Secret Garden became my salvation. She was my savior.
I loved her smile and her laugh. I was a selfish little boy, and I never wanted to let her go.
And then we grew up. She was just as wonderful as she had always been.
She still meant the world to me. She always would.
It makes me the happiest man in the world to know that she feels the same about me.
And, now, I can honestly say that I won't ever have to let her go, 'til death do us part.
We will always be together.
And that is the best sort of magic.