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“Go Lara,” I said under my breath, and Will and I shared a secret smile while he took a blanket from me.

We tried a few different setups, but settled on loading both blankets on top of us, holding hands under them. Then, as the movie started playing, Will shifted and put his arm around my shoulders.

It was, I realized, the first time we’d sat like this in public since the lake.

So maybe I owed Disney an apology.

Maybe our Happily Ever After hadn’t worked on thefirst shot. And maybe Happily Ever Afters weren’t a singular event. Maybe they were something you had to work at, and build, and never give up on, as long as they were something you still wanted.

And, maybe they weren’t perfect. It wasn’t like having Will right here and right now somehow erased all of the terrible things that had happened this year. And it didn’t prevent terrible things from happening in the future. Sometimes in life, terrible things happened. And sometimes really, really amazing things happened. And sometimes, those things all kind of happened at once.

But screw tomorrow.

Even if no one could promise that everything would work out perfectly, right here and now, in this exact moment, it was perfect.

And right here and now was the only thing that ever mattered anyway.