Page 185 of Revenge Saints

Peace.

Not because the world got better. Not because we won, but because we survived.

Because somehow, against all odds, we clawed our way back from hell and made this. A home. A family. Something worth bleeding for.

My gaze drifts to the window, to the fading light outside and the horizon beyond it. Somewhere out there, the ones with the skull and snake insignia still roam. The ones we haven’t faced yet. The ones who saw us.

They’re not gone, not forgotten, but Aspen shifts in my lap, her fingers lacing with mine, and I breathe, because for now?

For now, we rest.

We’re happy.

We’re safe.

And we have the love of our lives right here with us.

And that’s all we ever needed.

THE FUCKING END