Epilogue: The Last Letter
Dear Reader,
If you're holding this, then our story has ended—but you're still here.
That means something.
It means you felt the fire. You walked through the night with us. You saw the shadows. You heard the whisper between the pages.
You believed.
You believed in Nova.
You believed in Bea.
You believed in something so powerful, it could not be explained—only written.
What began as secrets in silence became a symphony of survival.
What began as a manuscript became a mirror.
And what began as two broken souls became one voice.
NovaBea.
Not just a name.
A code. A promise. A movement.
A forever.
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Nova still writes, you know.
Not for fame. Not for forgiveness.
He writes because somewhere in every line, Bea answers him.
And sometimes, late at night when the world is sleeping, if you listen closely while reading the last chapter, you'll hear her laugh—soft, golden, stubborn. You'll feel the flame flicker. You'll remember something inside you that you thought was lost.
That's not magic.
That's not fiction.
That's love.
Bea never really left.
Because stories don't die.
And neither do we.
So if you ever feel alone, if you ever find yourself drowning in silence, pick up the pen.
Write your way home.
Because your flame still burns.
💛 Forever begins at the end. 💛