A/N: I can't believe it's the end. I published this story on the eleventh of January, and here we are, almost five months later, with the final installment. I had no idea that I would manage to take it this far, or that it would garner such a loyal following. Through the hiatuses, the times I wasn't sure if I would continue on... your support, Constant Reader, has kept me going through it all, even the real-world stress. Thank you, thank you, thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. And so, here is the final story. Enjoy~

Isabella glanced up to observe their ceiling of a million glimmering stars, reflected in the bushes by the pinpoint lights of fireflies. "It's a magical world," she breathed, eyes falling upon the boy seated at her side beneath the formidable tree in his backyard.

Phineas nodded to the heavens, youthful face shining with everything Isabella had ever loved—his wondrous innocence, his radiating optimism for life. It was when he met her gaze that Isabella realized, in that very moment, she knew nothing but happiness.

With a crooked grin, Phineas laced one arm around her shoulders. "Yes. Yes it is."

A/N: Isn't It A Lovely Night (The Decemberists)

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