'I'm myself.'
Holly frowned in confusion.
'Something's missing from me,' Buchanan said. 'Maybe it's because of everything we've been through. Or maybe it's because of you. Or. When the medicine man drilled into my skull, I think he took out more than blood. I think he took out whatever was in my head that tortured me for so long. I've come to terms with the past. I want to move on. With you. What matters now isn't the past but the present.' Buchanan squeezed Holly's hand. 'And the future. No more trying to run from myself. No more assumed identities.'
'It'll be a pleasure getting to know you,' Holly said.
'I'm kind of curious about it myself.'
'Yes.' Holly kissed him. 'It's what I've been waiting for.'
The End