Years later, Ethan Rivera stood beneath soft gallery lights, surrounded by his paintings—each one a memory, a wound, a whisper from a world beyond mirrors. Critics called him a visionary. But they didn't know the truth: every brushstroke was a quiet love letter to Noel Ardent.
Noel, once only a reflection, now existed in full color beside him. He had chosen Ethan's world, and with that choice, rewritten fate. He smiled brighter now—less haunted, more alive. He was no longer the boy in the mirror. He was simply Noel, real and warm, flesh and soul.
They lived quietly, but deeply. Ethan painted. Noel wrote. At night, they curled into each other and told stories of the life they'd almost lost. Their home was filled with light, with books, with echoes of the past.
Sometimes, Ethan still glanced at mirrors, half-expecting to find Noel trapped behind one. But he wasn't. He was here. Free.
Nimra visited often. Auren did too. And though Reverie felt far away, it remained a part of them—in memory, in art, in the cracks of their shared laughter.
They had survived curses, betrayal, and impossible choices.
Now they lived in peace.
Not perfect.
But together.
And that made all the difference