Prompt: Write about the one-year mark of something.

This is very unedited, but I don't have the brain power to edit it right now...so you get this.

I didn't think we'd ever reach it. It seemed like something completely unattainable sometimes. Like it was only a dream and would stay that way forever.

Like Master believed, it was a beautiful thought but not really something that could become reality. I fought for it alongside him for it and whenever I heard Heather speak, I felt like it was possible…but in the middle of battle, when death was everywhere, I forgot all of that.

But here we are—a full year after the Ending of it all. After the Mending.

I have a beautiful life now, even though I'm missing an arm, and an even more beautiful wife. It's hundreds of times more beautiful than the dream every was.

I'm glad we held on to it.