"I don't need to hear it. I can feel it. Thank you… truly, thank you."
Riley's tears streamed down her flawless face. The angelic and demonic wings folded away, and she leaned quietly into Orson's arms.
"The one who should be saying thank you is me. You let me live my dream. I never knew retirement could be this peaceful." Orson stroked her hair, his eyes filled with serenity and contentment.
Whether this world was real or not didn't matter. He had no regrets about spending these years under the same roof with her.
It was a beautiful dream.
No demons, no doomsday. Just waking early, fishing by the river, and coming home at dusk. It was enough to satisfy him completely.
He had also seen another side of his so-called enemies—less vile than he once believed. Often, they had simply stood on the opposite side of fate. And sometimes, one small choice could turn the gears of destiny.
"Let's go home."
After a long silence, Orson smiled.
"…Alright."
