It was worth it.

That was all John could think of as he held you carefully, your head resting against his chest. All those years in purgatory, the suffering, the bloodshed. It was all worth it when he got to you.

When he had finally dragged himself out of those depths, he didn't know what to expect. Heaven seemed more beautiful than anything he had ever seen when he arrived.

Until he met you.

And you were just the thing he had fought so hard for. You slipped into his life before he could realise he was starting to soften. His fists lost their constant hard clench, his furrowed brows slackening whenever you were around. You had reached in and given his aching soul something he had no idea he needed. Something he hadn't felt in so long.

Love.

Now he sat here with you, hands resting on your back. He glanced down at the silver band on his ring finger, a familiar flutter quivering his heart. After all this time, he still couldn't believe this was real. That you were real.