A/N: Welcome to the epilogue. We're here! After months and months of procrastinating, revising the entire storyline and you wonderful people being so patient with me, we have finally arrived at the last chapter of His Next Life. I'm kind of sad! It's been so cool to write an actual chaptered story. Thank you once again for every review you wrote, every favourite and follow you gave me, and every lovely PM you sent me. You guys are awesome. Cheers!
Disclaimer: No matter where he is or what he's done, I own Archer and nothing else.
Magnus walked through the park. He reflected on the similarities between this night and the night he had met Archer. It was a clear night, clear enough that if you were anywhere else but the middle of a city, you could probably see the stars. He was walking through Central Park, the opposite direction he had been walking that night.
Tonight, he would approach the bench from the other side of the path, both literally and figuratively.
He was no longer the sad, broken person he had been for all those years. This was the shock he needed to realize what was truly important.
Alec. Alec was what was truly important.
Alec was his other half, his soulmate, for half of him had died when he believed Alec dead. There had never been anyone as important to him as Alec, and now he could finally realize there never would be again. If only it hadn't taken him this long to realize it in its entirety.
Reflecting, he noticed a marked similarity between that night and this one. On both nights, he had been thinking of Alec. The first night, he had been sad, depressed, desperate – this night, he was hopeful, joyous, exhilarated. What a contrast – what a difference. It almost marked the end of an era.
He finally reached the bench, and was greeted by the smiling face he now knew he never would get tired of seeing. Alec, his Alec, who had suffered so much for him, just for the chance that they could finally have this moment, and all the other moments that were sure to come soon.
"So you did get my text! I was wondering when you were going to show up," Alec said, bestowing Magnus with another smile. Magnus only smiled back, and kissed him softly. There was no need for words then. His heart was too full.
Hand in hand, they walked away, out of Central Park, back towards the city.
As the sounds of New York City got louder, they left behind the bench which brought back so many memories, good and bad, pure and bittersweet. They left behind the troubled times of the past and only walked forward, into the city, towards some new adventure.
They walked forward into their next life.
