man it feels like I started this book just yesterday. how did time fly so fast?

I really hope you like this epilogue and will be satisfied with it at the end !!

there will be some pictures during the epilogue to serve as visual. they were used for inspiration (:

read the a/n at the end babes!!

Enjoy xx

t.m.

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A year later

S.E. // The 7th Supreme

"I have something to show you."

Curiosity sparked in the gray and blue hues of my eyes as Harry slipped his fingers between mine and held my hand. I was tugged back down the art gallery, passing by the beautiful paintings Harry had created and put up. He had worked on all of them for about a year, right after he decided to start painting again. He had always wanted to open up an art gallery, but never got the chance to because he was too busy being a Savior. Now after a year of hard work and collecting money, he finally managed to buy out a place and set it up beautifully.

We were currently spending some time walking around and gazing at the paintings, sipping on wine and making out every now and then. Harry held my hand as he told me the meaning behind each painting, some of them erotic, some abstract, all inspired by events that had occurred during his life. I was curious to see what he had to show me, assuming that it was another room with mysterious paintings, like the other one he had filled with all the erotic paintings of me.

"If it's more erotic art of me, I'm gonna lose it," I said playfully, making him flick his gaze over his shoulder, arching a brow at me.

"You fucking love that painting of your tits I put up," he shot back, making me grimace fakely.

"My tits are only for you and myself to see!" I exclaimed, making him chuckle in response as he led me further into the gallery. "Not the world!"

"Fine, I'll take down the titty painting," he said with a grumble, as we stood in front of a door.

"Did you just say titty-"

"Close your eyes."

"Okay," I said with a murmur, now full on assuming that it was another room with paintings since he told me to close my eyes for the other room. "What's this room called?"

"Sign of the times."

"That's quite...vague."

"It's supposed to be," I heard him chuckle, opening the door and pulling me in. "Keep them eyes closed, love."

"Alright," I sang, walking around blindly as I heard the door close behind me before feeling a pair of hands grab my hips lightly. "So why is this room called 'sign of the times'?"

"You'll find out once you see the paintings. The whole room is dedicated to you. I'm going to explain each painting," Harry murmured into my ear, holding my hips and moving me along.

"A room dedicated to me? Harry, baby, you're so thoughtful," I murmured, trying to find his face to kiss him. "Fine don't kiss me," I said with a grumble, only to feel his lips on mine. "Mmph! Try to explain the paintings in baby language, without those fancy art terms, okay?"

"Okay, open your eyes and only stare straight ahead."

My eyes fluttered open, landing on a piece of art that had me rendered speechless for a second as my lips parted in awe. It was of a pair of eyes. The color and shape of them were very familiar and I was sure they were my eyes. The painting was stunning, utter perfection as he got the shape of my eyes and brows, and the color of it them on point. His arms were loosely wrapped around me as he stood behind me and began speaking.

"What do you think?"

"They're...my eyes," I murmured in awe. "It's beautiful."

"This one is called Cesious," he started speaking as I listened quietly. "Just a fancy name for blue-gray color. Basically, the color of your eyes."

"When I first met you, Sage, your eyes were what caught my attention first. Even though I knew about you before meeting you and have seen pictures of you, for obvious reasons, your beauty stunned me. Being an artist who's obsessed with creating new colors, the color of your eyes had me mesmerized. They had me mesmerized every time I looked at you. The gray in them reminded me of storm clouds, swirling with curiosity when you gazed at me that day we met. They're iridescent, flecked with shades of baby blue. I felt like there was always this radiance in your eyes that just makes every single person who sees it feel the irresistible impulse to smile. It happens to me every time."

"That's why I decided that the first painting would be of your eyes. It's because it was the first thing about you that had me falling for you, just the beauty of your eyes...and you."

"Harry," I whispered, utterly surprised to hear these words from him because as far as I knew, he never really talked about my eyes being one of his favorite features. It was always my ass, or my tits, or my lips. Never my eyes. "This is so thoughtful. I love it!"

"I'm glad, baby," he said with a smile, kissing my cheek softly. "Okay, moving on."

He tugged my sideways, instructing me to keep my eyes straight. He told me that this room was filled with random looking paintings, none of them really following any artistic theme except for that they all relate to me in some way. We stood in front of the second painting now, my lips parting then stretching into the biggest grin ever as I gazed at the beautiful portrait he had done of Nymeria.

"This one's called Nymeria," he murmured with a grin. "I know how much that pup means to you."

"Harry, I-"

"Shhh," he said, pressing a finger to my lips. "Save your words for later, let me do the talking."

"So this painting doesn't really have a deep meaning like the previous one and the other ones that you'll see, but I knew I had to include one of her. I remember the day you were chasing her outside of my house, and you cut your foot, and I helped you. Even though I was 'acting' most of the time, a part of me genuinely wanted to help when I saw this beautiful girl hurt on the street," he mumbled quietly, standing beside me with his hands behind his back. "Also, before you found out about the truth, I was doing this painting for you but then everything went to shit and the house got burnt down."

"Oh Harry," I murmured, clutching my glass of wine in my hands. "I-"

"Remember what I said! Words at the end."

We moved onto the next painting, a chuckle leaving Harry's lips as my jaw dropped while my eyes widened. There was no mistake in assuming that the painting I was looking at was of my naked body. Again, he got the size of my breasts and hips right, making them stand out beautifully with colors of burnt oranges, dark browns and magentas. He even included the tattoo I had under my boobs, replicating the exact same thing onto the body in the painting.

"Now this wouldn't have been authentic if I didn't do a painting of your beautiful tits," Harry muttered with a cheeky grin, eyes glinting brightly as he stood by my side.

"I'm not surprised," I said with a shake of my head, a laugh falling from my lips as I gazed at it again. "It's stunning though."

"Yes you are," he murmured softly, his bright pink lips curled into a cheeky smirk as I snorted. "What? The only reason the painting is stunning is because it's of you. You and your, thick, exquisite, naked body."

"Aren't you just the sweetest?" I responded playfully, making him pout at me as I tilted my head and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I'm kidding babe, I absolutely love it. What's it called?"

"Lust For Life," he answered with a smile. "Fitting, innit?"

"Indeed," I nodded. "That's our motto when it comes to sex."

"Right. Well this is supposed to relate to the first time we had sex. That night I saw you at that bar and we made out on the rooftop and then I fucked you senselessly until you were squirting all over my cock-"

"Harry! Filter!" I exclaimed with wide eyes, smacking his bicep as he let out a loud laugh. "This is supposed to be romantic and shit."

"Okay okay," he continued laughing, until he calmed down. "All I remember from that night was how fucking stunned I was when I saw you naked. I have never seen a woman who looked so fucking magnificent, with the most exquisite body and gorgeous tits, and perky ass, like oh my god," he exaggerated a little, chuckling when he saw my facial expression. "I'm serious though, Sage. It may have not seemed like it then because I was 'acting', but I was seriously shook. You're beautiful in every way possible, my love. You've got a heart of gold, and you're just so amazing, deep down to your soul."

"Harry, you're going to make me cry," I whispered with a hand over heart, feeling his words overwhelm me.

He simply smiled softly at me, before tugging me along to the next painting. The next one was colorful and was of an oak tree. The splashes of bright greens and pinks made me smile as I tried to think of how this one related to me, but then it dawned upon me, my grin widening.

"Is that my favorite oak tree from the park?" I mumbled with a light smile, watching Harry nod in response.

"So this one is called Druid. Celtic term for oak, since I didn't want to be basic and call the painting 'Oak', you feel me?" Harry explained, his words making me rumble with laughter as I nodded.

"It's your favorite oak tree, yes, the one you took me to when we went on our first date, the one I called a 'hang out'. We were drunk as shit but when you kissed me by that tree, that was the first time I felt something for you, Sage, and I'm sure that was the first time you felt something for me, am I right?" he questioned, his words making me nod firmly in response.

I remembered that kiss like it was yesterday, where I felt emotions stir deep inside of me for him, and I saw it in his eyes but he pushed it away.

"Ever since then, I was worried as fuck that I was falling for you, obviously never realizing that falling for you would be the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. That kiss was the first, most meaningful kiss I had ever experienced. It was a sign that I was going to fall for you, and I tried to push it away but clearly that didn't work," he said with a chuckle.

In a way, I felt exactly what Harry had just described when I kissed him that night by the oak tree. I remembered the odd swirl of emotions I felt when he grabbed me and kissed me slowly and sensually, pouring in all the emotions that he couldn't express, because he was supposed to act like he didn't feel that way. I liked that he included a painting of the tree to represent that time during our relationship, as it was a significant moment, it was the time we both had some sort of realization that we were starting to feel for one another.

"Another erotic one," I commented when we moved onto the next one. "It's so pretty, baby," I admired the gentle pink and purple shades that were used in the watercolor art piece.

"I feel like the time we had sex after I drew you naked is just something we'll remember forever. It's just one of our best memories together. Such a raw and intimate night," he said with a sigh as we gazed at it together, his arms wrapped lightly around me.

"It's called Ride. Mainly because I think my favorite position to take you is when you ride me. You're like a fucking goddess, Sage. Just seeing you riding me with your perky tits bouncing and those sexy moans of my name falling from your perfect lips is always enough to make me cum," Harry said bluntly, his words making my cheeks flush as I shook my head.

"What a deep meaning."

"I haven't finished yet," he pinched my ass making me yelp. "You have such a smart mouth when you're drunk. Maybe I should shove my cock in there to shut you up."

"I had like two drinks," I snapped back, trying to ignore the urge to have him do what he had just suggested.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, baby girl?" he murmured suddenly, hand coming up to cup my chin as he gazed at me lustfully. "You'd like it if I fuck your smart mouth with my cock, hmm?"

"I gave you a blowjob an hour ago, do you seriously want more?" I questioned with an arch of my brow, ignoring the effect of his words on me as he frowned tightly.

"Smart mouth."

"I'm just slightly buzzed, okay!" I defended myself.

"Right," Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby," I pouted at him, clinging to his bicep and puckering my lips against his cheek. "I love you so much, please continue."

"I felt like that night was also special because you put a lot of trust in me, not just for the drawing part but also for the sex. When we have sex, it's always so magical and mind-blowing, and there's a lot of trust put into it, which I love so much but at that time it made me feel guilty. You know why," Harry murmured lowly. "Other than that, I needed a painting to represent our sex life because that's really a large, important part of our relationship. It's just how we really connect, since that was how we did connect at the start of our relationship. It was what made us come back to each other for more, and eventually led us to what we are today."

"Sex with you is so beautiful and raw, Sage. I just needed a painting to represent that," he said to me, gaze meeting mine as I bit my lip.

"Harry, this is amazing, all of this," I told him quietly. "I-I'm getting emotional now, all these paintings are so beautiful and special-"

"Baby, wait I still have two more to show you," Harry said with a pout, ducking down to peck my lips adorably then pulling me ahead.

I felt my heart explode in my chest when I saw the next painting, a delighted gasp escape my lips as I immediately got an idea of what the painting represented. It was another watercolor painting, but this time of a mother bear and a baby bear.

"Ours d'amour," Harry murmured in French, making me bit my lip to stop myself from grinning so widely. Bears Of Love.

"Of course I had to throw in a painting of our daughter, she's our world and the best thing that had come out of our relationship. For this one, I asked Cleo to help me with it. Our daughter is an art prodigy, Sage," he spoke quietly, curling his arm around my shoulder as I felt my heart swell up and eyes tear up a little.

"Harry, I love this so much," I whispered, unsure of why I was tearing up but the painting was the cutest thing ever. It just meant so much to me, all of the paintings, the whole fucking room.

"You and Cleo mean the world to me, you two are my bears and you're always full of love and you've taught our daughter how to love beautifully just like you. My bears of love," he concluded, making me let out a tiny cry, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"Fuck I'm so drunk I'm crying," I murmured, making him chuckle, and kiss my temple. "I only had two drinks!"

"C'mon baby, last artwork," he said with a murmur, pulling me towards the last one. His arm left me as I stood in front of the final art piece and gaped at it. "Guess the name and meaning of this one!"

"Okay wait, so it looks like that famous wave painting you love so much. What was it called again? The Great Wave off Kanagawa, I think, by that Japanese artist. It's made out of flower petals, okay, shit I got this," I rambled a bit, trying to form some sort of interpretation but I couldn't get anything.

"Remember how I told you the painting is assumed to be a tsunami, and that big wave is like a large rogue wave?" he questioned, making me nod slowly in response.

"Remember how I told you we were like yin and yang in a way when talking about this? So in this painting, I'm the rogue waves, unpredictable and destructive, which was probably not believable when I told you but after you found out the truth about me: it made sense yeah?"

"And you're the flower petals, soft and sweet, precious and perfect. When I say, we're one but we're opposites like the yin and yang, that's represented in artwork as the rogue waves are made up of the flower petals, but they have different symbolic meanings."

"Oh my god," I murmured when I dawned upon me, feeling his presence leave my side as I continued to gaze at the art piece. "Wait the name! It's..." I trailed off with a frown, wondering what the name could be. Waves? Yin and Yang? "Oh my god," I mumbled in realization.

"Petal."

I turned around to repeat the name again to him, wondering why he had left my side, only to find my heart dropping in my chest sharply at the sight behind me. There he was, kneeling on the ground with a small, red, velvet box in his hand and the biggest grin on his face. The sight made me want to burst into tears as my hands rose to cup my gaping mouth, already feeling the tears gathering in my eyes.

"Harry," I whispered in shock, watching him smile and chuckle before playfully frowning and pressing his finger to his lips, puckering them.

"Shhh, I'm trying to be romantic and shit," he said playfully, his words making me giggle a little, laugh muffled from my hands covering my mouth.

"I know our relationship has had a few ups and downs, more downs than ups since we're not really a normal couple, and because of that, we haven't had the greatest memories due to how different our lives really are. Nonetheless, we still had those few precious moments that really defined our relationship. These paintings captured some of these moments and this whole room; it's a sign of the times! The new times: the future. Where I want to spend the rest of my life with you, whom I want to call my wife. Creating more new and happier memories as a family together, with Cleo."

He then opened the box in his hands, looking up at me with a huge grin on his face as my gaze landed on the beautiful ring that lay in the box. I started to cry. The ring was stunning, A glittering, round diamond, that was surrounded by a halo of smaller, sparkling diamonds, sat in the middle of a rose gold band.

"I feel that our relationship has really blossomed over the past year and I am so grateful for that. I'm so grateful for you baby, for having someone like you in my life: loving me and taking care of me, and most of all forgiving me for my mistakes. I know I have caused you a lot of pain and heartbreak, Sage, but I promise to make it up for you by providing you all the happiness and love in the world. I promise you, no one will work harder to make you happy more than me. You're my world, baby girl, and I love you dearly."

"My sweet, beautiful, Sage Everett...will you marry me?"

"Yes, oh my god yes!" I cried loudly, moving towards him and tackling him into a hug when he quickly stood up, breaking down into tiny sobs.

His strong arms wrapped tightly around me, hugging my firmly as I curled my limbs around his shoulders and sobbed happily. Words could not describe the mixture of overwhelming emotions I felt at that moment, but I knew for sure that the few things I felt were happiness and love. When I pulled back, Harry gazed at me with loving eyes, pulling his arms back to hold the box between us. He took the ring out, taking my left hand in his and slipping the ring up my ring finger, both of us smiling at the perfect sight of it sitting and glimmering brightly against my dark skin.

"Harry, you've just made me the happiest woman alive," I whispered to him as I roped my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead against his.

He chuckled in response, his pink lips stretching widely across his pearly white teeth, baring his charming smile and cute dimple. There were a few tears in his eyes, some leaking as he laughed lightly and happily, surprising me by placing his hands under my thighs and lifting me up in one swift motion. A loud laugh escaped my lips as I clung to him like a koala, legs wrapped around his waist as I grinned at him widely.

"Mi amore, you're the one who's made me the luckiest man on earth," he told me firmly. "I can't believe this, we're getting married!"

"We're getting married!" I repeated his words with a laugh.

I ducked down a little to press my lips against his in a firm kiss, cupping his strong jaw and kissing him hard. He returned the kiss, molding his soft lips over mine as he held me up against him, arms tightly wrapped around me. When we pulled away, we rested our foreheads against each other's, a light smile playing on both of our lips as we gazed at each other with utter love and sincerity.

"I love you, Harry, so much."

"And I love you, Sage. Forever and always."

THE END

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➰ omg it's da end! WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? Did you like the epilogue?

➰ I hope the meaning of the paintings made sense, sorry I didn't explain them using artsy terminology. I ain't artistic and shit.

HOPEFULLY THE SIGN OF THE TIMES THINGY ALSO MADE SENSE LMAO!

➰ so I wanna do a Q&A that'll go up after this epilogue! Ask me whatever questions you want!!! Questions about the characters, the book, upcoming books, personal life, anything!!!

You can even ask questions about like Cleo and the characters and what kind of things they'd do in the future!!

Be like what if Cleo falls in love with a witch hunter in the future or something like that !!

🔮 Comment all your questions here !!

Until we meet again...

t.m.