Final chapter
Epilogue:
Dear Emma,
I should be telling you this in person, but I'm not that strong. I know you've moved on, I know that you and him…I know that you and him are building something. I'm not angry Emma, I'm not. That isn't the point of this letter; the point of this letter is to thank you.
After our divorce, I moved away, it was too painful to be around the places we fell in love. But Emma, I met someone else. She works at a small town diner. She's a real spitfire, I think ou two would like each other, as weird as that sounds. They hired me as a Sherriff and I finally understand. I understand how you left our life together to pursue something…something of our own choosing.
I don't regret a moment of our marriage, and I was hoping I could write some letters to Henry, does he still write stories? I miss that kid.
I'm glad you found your happy ending Emma, and I'm glad I found mine, even if wasn't together.
Sending you all the happiness in the world,
Your ex-husband,
Graham Humbert.
She closed the letter with a smile, he'd attached a picture of him with his brown leather jacket with his arm around a brunette. Graham looked really happy. It made her feel less guilty knowing that he'd rebuilt himself after everything. She planned to send him a quick email giving him permission to contact Henry. He missed his former step father.
"Swan?" Killian called from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready." She smirked, putting the mail back down, returning to the kitchen to find her son setting the table.
"Killian made tacos." Her boy explained happily. She eyed him.
"You know I love tacos." She insisted. "Especially yours."
Killian smirked right back at her. "I make the best tacos." It sent them both into laughter. It had been 6 months since she'd stopped running for him and Emma couldn't be happier, he'd moved in with them as soon as Henry had met and gotten comfortable around him, which was pretty quickly.
"Graham sent a letter." She announced, it caught Killian's attention. She noticed his jaw clench slightly. She moved to ease him, kissing him right on that clenched jaw. "He met someone." She assured him. "He was wondering if you'd like to exchange messages Henry, now that he's settled down." Her kid lite up happily at that, as she expected.
"Milah called." Killian announced.
"Oh? And where is she at this month?" Emma asked. She used to feel jealous that Milah called Killian at all, but the woman had been responsible for putting the man that took Killian's hand in prison so Emma couldn't be too mad.
"Thailand." He announced. "She and Bae are getting to see the world." She smiled, it was Milah's dream, her happy ending.
Emma moved over to Killian's shoulder, over one of the scars left behind by the explosion. It was a glossy crescent, the same as her soul mark, completely identical apart from the color, his without the pigmentation of a soul mark, but Henry and Killian believed it was the world's autocorrect.
Emma just thought those two were liking their analogy way too much.
Regardless, she was just glad she found her happy ending.
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