I used to believe fairytales were not real and that happily ever after was only something you found among the pages of a book. I was wrong. Fairytales are real.

Anyone who says different has just has not found it yet. It is out there and you just have to reach for it. You have to fight for it.

I would fight for it. I would fight for myself and my happiness because out of all of my theories, the thing I believed in most was myself. I needed Stone in a romantic way but I would never need him to stand on my own two feet. I could do it on my own but I wanted him there with me.

I wanted him more than anything.

My fairytale was not traditional. There were no pumpkins, magic or princes. Mine was twisted, crooked and angry but was it was mine. It was reality and mine was so much better than any story.

It was him. It was me. It was us. It was imperfectly perfect and there was no happily ever after because there was not an end.

The end was nevermore.

Epilogue

The sun danced on my back and warmed the skin up. However, it did not warm me as much as the mouth that was trailing kisses down my spine.

"Lurch!" I groaned into my pillow in annoyance that he was disturbing my sleep.

Large hands rested on my hips and applied a small amount of pressure to raise my nightdress further up my body.

Before he could pull the material past my midsection, I turned around so that I was laying on my back and glaring at him.

Stone did not waste any time. He started kissing my face before moving down to my neck and taking the skin between his teeth.

I was about to succumb to the feeling and him but I decided to torture him further. I rested my palms on the hard chest and pushed the big boulder of a man back.

Not far enough that he was not on top of me though.

The dark black irises were dilated as they stared down at me. The harsh mouth was up in a smirk too.

His small smile was contagious and I could not help but smile back.

"Morning Medusa." The gravelly voice rasped.

"Do not Morning Medusa me." I scolded but kept my hands firmly on his muscled chest "Can I ask why you are waking me up at this time?"

The hand with the skull tattooed on it moved the green hair out of my face as he grumbled out with no shame "I have not heard one of your theories in eight hours."

A giggle escaped me "Really? That is why you woke me up?

"Really." His deep voice was closer to my ear as he left another kiss on my neck "I have not seen you in four hours."