They weren't what you called the conventional couple. No one was quite sure how it got started, or how it had progressed to where it was today. It was a conundrum in the truest sense of the word.
She was a dark, psychic, potentially demonic sorceress.
He was green.
Not your typical boy meets girl story.
Yet over the years they had grown closer. First there were glances. Then smiles. Then comfortable moments. Then kissing and holding and babies.
It had been agonizingly slow, yet incredibly sudden.
And completely unexpected.
But their friends watched them knowingly, observing the bashful touches and amused whispers, and accepting the improbable truth.
They were in love.
Still, the two of them had gone through doubt and passion and acceptance and anger. They had been conceivably everywhere a couple could go on an emotional rollercoaster, and knew they would experience even more.
But they'd met a conclusion.
He wasn't exactly dreamy or mysterious.
She wasn't really energetic or outgoing.
They were honest about some things, and didn't bring up others, and could easily go from enthralled to infuriated with each other.
And that was just right for them. Theirs was a wonderfully imperfect life and that was just fine.
"I love you," he said to her one night after they'd said goodnight to the children. They were standing outside their door, his hand caressing her cheek, her fingers twined in his hair, their bodies flushed with warmth.
"Why?" she asked in a strained voice, leaning into his palm.
"Why do you love me?"
He sighed, a smile on his face, "Why do you ask?"
"I'm…I'm not the best person, and I'm still really…odd. I'm not perfect." And deep down she really wished she could be, for him.
He stayed quiet for a little while, studying her eyes, then laughed heartily and loudly, his shoulders shaking with joy. She stared, confused and perturbed, until he stopped and wiped a tear from his eye.
"So we're not perfect," he smiled, leaning in until their foreheads touched, "but who is, anyway?"
She kissed him then.
And it was perfect.The End
It's been about a month and a half since I updated last, and over that time I kept saying to myself that I would write this chapter. I had everything laid out in my head and I was ready. At least I thought I was.
As time passed I realized I was avoiding "The Final Chapter". But I'd planned for 20 chapters, and I felt this chapter needed to be the last one. So I sat down, threw out everything I'd planned, and wrote this. And I love it.
So to all of you who read, reviewed, and encouraged this story, I thank you so much, I will always appreciate your words and sentiments
Expect to hear from me again soon. Keep shipping, and keep reading!