TWO YEARS AFTER PT. 1

Matt's come to the conclusion that he's never leaving this bed again.

It's warm, soft, the sheets and blankets aren't hell on his sensitive skin, and there's a sweet little angel curled up next to him.

That's what he thinks of you as. An angel.

A fallen angel, sure, but...

You've changed. You've stopped killing, stopped your work as a hitperson, and changed.

Sure, you were an angel fallen from grace; all it took was one bad day for you to break. But now, you're an angel on your way back to heaven, on the path of redemption.

That's the person sleeping beside Matt right now.

That's the person he fell in love with before finding out the truth two years ago.

That's the person he couldn't let go, the person he kept crawling into bed with.

That's the person who's finally his.

Right now, Matt can tell that you're waking up from just the change in your breathing and heartbeat.

He knows you'll pretend to still be sleeping, just because you like when he kisses you awake.