hmm im gonna confess my own happy little fantasy right now ready? okay, good
Sure , okay. I hate it, but Quentin dies, and meets Penny 40 in the underworld, and they do the Secrets to the Grave thing. Whatever. It’s bullshit. Penny takes him to the campfire, and Quentin sees his friends mourning him. A catastrophic wave of emotions watches over Quentin and he feels like he can’t breathe, which is weird, as a dead man.
He knows this is the moment he’s supposed to be grateful, watching how deeply everyone is mourning him. He’s sure not everyone gets this perk, but he happens to have an in with an Underworld employee. He knows this is supposed to give him the peace he needs to move on. But he stops, shakes his head, and turns to Penny.
“I’m not ready,” Quentin says.
Penny raises his eyebrows. “What?”
“These people love me. And I love them.” He turns back to his friends, sees Margo and Kady and Alice and Julia, poor Julia, his best friend, barely holding it together. He sees Eliot, his Eliot, alive and well and Quentin wants nothing more to grab him by his vest and pull him close. To hold him and cry into his shoulder and confess his love all over again. To say he’s sorry for leaving him all over again. To swear to never leave him again as long as he lives.
“Quentin?” Penny asks. Quentin makes up his mind. He’s never been so sure of anything in his after life.
“I’ve got more fight in me. This is not how my story ends.” He watches all of his friends throw his memory in the fire, singing this stupid fucking song, and looks at Penny.
Penny smiles at him, and claps his hand on Quentin’s shoulder. “There’s the nerd I know,” Quentin’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline and his mouth opens but before he can say anything, Penny continues. “I’m not technically allowed to do this, but I’ll make an exception for an old friend,” Quentin chokes back a sob. Penny hugs him, and then shakes his hand. “I better not see you for another few decades, Coldwater,”
Quentin blinks, and Penny’s gone. Quentin isn’t sure that it actually worked and that he’s actually back but he can smell the fire and feel the wind. He turns back to his friends, who are so caught up in their singing (why did it have to be this stupid song) and staring so dramatically into the fire that they don’t look at him, if he’s even there at all. Quentin holds his breath. He watches, heart crushing into his chest, as Eliot pulls out a peach. Eliot kisses the peach and throws it into the fire and Quentin knows this is the moment.
“Peaches and plums, motherfucker.” Quentin says, loud and clear.
Eliot’s head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Everyone stops singing, and Quentin can feel them holding their breath, can feel all of their eyes on him, unsure if he’s really there. But Quentin isn’t looking at them. He’s staring dead in the eyes of Eliot, his lifetime love, his soul mate, his plum. Quentin smiles.
That’s how it happened, right?
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