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The point is, people improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don't? 

It’s a surprise to everyone when Kady is the first to go. At the same time, though, it really isn’t. It feels right, in a way, to all of them. That the most tormented, and unrestful person of their little circle is the first to find peace. 

They’re all together, when she tells them. Josh and Margo had decided on a movie night at their house. It’s become a tradition, of sorts. It started their very first night here, and it had simply never stopped. They watch Pretty Woman, and Josh wonders out loud if Julia Roberts had gotten into the good place. There is, of course, a debate. 

It ends with them all deciding that, yes, she must have. 

Margo brings out specialized drinks for them all and plops herself in between Josh and Eliot, her feet coming to rest in the latters lap. 

Penny lifts his glass towards his mouth with a small smirk. “Did you guys hear Todd went through last week?” 

For a moment there’s a quietness, then, a chorus of voices, all saying the exact same thing. “Fucking Todd.” 

Another quietness, more peaceful. It lasts for a moment, all of them just basking in the warmth of it all. Kady and Julia share a look, it goes unnoticed, but the two women lock eyes and seeing the question in Kady’s eye, Julia smiles. 

That’s really all the answer Kady needs. She stands, and clears her throat. Everyone turns to look in her direction, and Julia looks up proudly at her from her position on the sofa, gently reaching out to squeeze her hand once and then gently moving it back. 

This is her moment, something she needs to do herself. “So, I’m ready. I’m going through the door today.”

This time the quietness is from shock. Quentin is the one to break it. “Wait, what?” He blinks at Julia once then moves his gaze back to Kady. “When-when did you decide this?”

Eliot gently reaches out and puts his hand on his shoulder, squeezing. Quentin reaches behind him to intertwine their fingers. “Not that we’re not happy for you of course.” Quentin immediately nods in agreement, feeling guilty about his initial reaction. 

Alice sits up straighter. “I think what they’re trying to ask is, how did you know?”

She sits back down next to Julia and takes a moment to think. “When I didn’t feel the need to fight anymore.”

Margo looks to Julia, nodding slightly. “I’m guessing you already knew?” 

The smaller brunette nods, taking a small sip from her drink, smiling at the hint of basil Margo had thrown in for her. “I did.” 

Julia doesn’t notice it right away, the change in the air. She steps in from the rain, yet, her clothes are completely dry. A part of her Good Place experience. Walks in the rain, the droplets hitting her skin, but never getting her wet. 

She does the tiniest tut to close the door behind her and drops her satchel. “Baby, did you know they have books of backstories for every single Harry Potter character? Clearly no JK involved, thank gods. They’re scented! Luna smells like-“ She stops herself when she opens the door to her and Kady’s bedroom. 

The emerald eyed girl is sitting on her knees, hands resting on her thighs, rubbing them almost nervously. “Hi, Jules.” 

She senses it then, immediately. That change in the air. For a moment, the two do nothing but stare at each other, a million feelings in a single glance. “Oh.” 

Kady blinks, a single tear falling from each of her eyes. “Yeah. Oh.” 

Kady tenses slightly, her back becoming straighter. 

A second. 

Then two. 

Then ten. 

And then. 

“Okay, baby. It’s okay.” And all tension leaves Kady’s body when Julia comes to sit next to her, pulling her close. Gently, she rests her chin on Kady’s head and lets the tears fall. “When?”

Kady is so grateful. So lucky. So nervous. “Tomorrow, I think. I know.”

She feels Julia nod against her head. “Tomorrow, then.”

They don’t talk about it that night. There isn’t really anything to say. Instead, they spend it memorizing every inch of each other’s body, though, really, they’ve been memorized for so long there isn’t a need. 

Kady doesn’t need to memorize Julia’s hip dips, nor the way her lips part when she’s near her peak. 

And Julia doesn’t need to watch the way Kady sighs, or the motion of her back arching. Or how her hair frames Julia’s head perfectly like a curtain when she’s on top of her. 

But they do it anyway. 

Because this is different. 

This is goodbye. 

Kady leans back further into the sofa, deciding to swallow the rest of her drink in one go. “I guess this is part where the tears come,” she chuckles sadly and leans forward. “I don’t need goodbyes from any of you. I don’t really want them, if I’m being honest. I’ve said enough goodbyes to fill a lifetime.” 

Alice swallows down the lump in her throat and looks at her. “If we can’t say goodbye, can we say thank you?” 

Kady scoffs, but they can all hear how tearful it sounds. “For what? My constant fuck ups?” 

Margo stands and glares at her. “You saved my ass when we were under the glamour spell. You found me. That deserves a thanks. It deserves a lot more, actually, but I can’t give it to you.” 

Alice smiles and stands next to Margo. “You were team blonde bitch when I had no team at all. I didn’t deserve it, but you did it anyway.” 

Quentin is next, though he wobbles when he stands, which goes unnoticed by everyone but Eliot. “If it wasn’t for you, we never would have figured out the piano and gotten the unity key.” 

Josh and Penny stand together, Eliot following them. “You saved me in that dimension. I was being an asshole to all of you, but you still saved me.” 

Penny nods. “Even though I wasn’t your Penny, you never punished me for it. You could have. You had every reason to. But you didn’t.” 

Eliot clears his throat. “You and I didn’t talk much before we came here, but you came through when it mattered. 

Without any sort of warning, Kady suddenly finds herself at the center of a very large group hug. It lasts fives minutes, maybe more, before they all step back and let go. 

No one says anything as she and Julia walk out the door. 

They walk for a while, fingers intertwined before Kady stops them. Julia understands instantly. “Janet!” 

The not a girl, not a robot appears in less than a second. “How can I help?” 

“I’m ready. To go to the door.” 

Janet gives her a smile. “Of course. Follow me.” 

“Um,” Janet pauses, looking back at Kady. “One second.”

Bright emerald meets dark brown. “Will you come with me?” 

Julia lets her tears fall freely at last, and takes in a shaky breath. She grabs Kady’s hand, an echo of how many times they’ve done that before. “As far as I can.” 

It’s beautiful, the door. The area around it. Perfect in its way. Janet points them to a bench where they can sit until Kady is ready. 

They don’t sit. 

The two face each other and Kady reaches behind her to unclasp her necklace, gently dropping it into Julia’s hand. “So you have a part of me, forever.”

The shorter girl chuckles. “Best bitches.” 

There’s a soft silence, and then. “You saved my life, Julia Wicker. In more ways than one.” 

Julia sniffles and grips tightly to Kady’s hand. “And you saved mine, Kady Orloff-Diaz. More times than I deserved.” 

The kiss they share lasts for a long, long time. When they pull away, they touch their foreheads together. “I love you.” 

Julia closes her eyes. “I love you, too.” 

Slowly, Kady steps away from her, and with one last glance, she turns towards the door. 

And then she’s gone. 

And with that, Julia does the only thing she can do. 

She goes home. 

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It turns out life isn’t a puzzle that can be solved one time and it’s done. You wake up every day, and you solve it again.

Alice isn’t exactly sure when it happened. Not like Kady was. There was no exact moment she could pinpoint. But one morning, she wakes up, and she just knows. She thinks, maybe, she had known for a while. She just never realized. 

The morning of, she decides to talk to Julia. Her house isn’t a far walk, more or less a couple blocks. 

She arrives at the same time Julia is coming home. She doesn’t notice her at first, too busy smiling at the raindrops on her skin that slowly disappear as if they were never there. It’s odd, seeing her. There’s something, a part of her, that’s missing. 

When she does notice, she beams at Alice. “Hey! You almost spooked me,” With some care, she twists her long brunette curls into a messy bun. “Were you waiting here for me long?” 

Alice shakes her head. “No, I wasn’t waiting at all, actually. Nice walk?”

She lets out a small, content, laugh. “Yeah. Really nice. This place..gods, this place.” 

“I’ve noticed the rain.”

Julia, once again, beams at her. “My own personal request, part of my good place experience. Do you want to come inside?” She opens up the door and steps inside, clearly knowing Alice will say yes. 

And she does. She follows behind her and reaches to close the door behind them, but before her hand can touch the knob it’s already shutting. She looks towards Julia, who’s hand is lowering. 



Julia still uses that. 

When they had gotten there, to the good place, one of the Janet’s had explained they would have no need to use it any longer, but they could keep that part of themselves if they wanted to. 

Alice was the only one who gave it up. 

Julia goes and sits on a couch in their-well, her living room. It’s just hers, now. Kady is gone. She pats the seat next to her. “So clearly-“

“Why rain? Why that specifically?” 

Julia blinks at her for a moment, clearly not expecting the randomness of that question. “Oh. Well, I’m not sure, if I’m being honest. Thunderstorms have always been comforting. And I love the way rain smells. So, really, why not?” She looks like she’s forgotten something, and then she stands up. “Do you want some tea?”

Alice nods gratefully. That sounds perfect right now. While Julia makes the tea, Alice watches her. She doesn’t seem sad, or lonely. She seems like Julia. 

“Kady used to say it was like I walked in between the raindrops.” She brings them both a cup, honey and sugar on the side. “I thought that was a really pretty way to put it.” Julia brings the cup to her lips and Alice notices she’s wearing both halves of the best bitches necklace. 

And it clicks then, partially. That she was wrong before. There is not a single part of Julia that is missing. Kady never made her whole, she was complete all on her own. 

It was like a tree, a tree reaching up to the sun, to the stars. All roots and branches. Her branches had simply been rearranged, her roots spreading to other places. “Do you know why I’m here?” 

Julia smiles behind her cup and gently sets it down. She turns to Alice and brings her legs up towards her chest, resting her chin on her knees. “I think so. You’re ready, right?”

Alice picks up her cup but she doesn’t drink, she just likes the feeling of the warmth in her hands. “How’d you guess?

“You have the same look she did.” 

Alice swallows at that. “Can I ask you something?”


“Do you think you’ll ever see her again?” 

It takes her a few minutes to respond. “Honestly?”

Alice gives her a small smirk. “No, lie to me.” 

Julia scoffs at that and smiles. 

There’s another moment until she answers, her face turning slightly serious. “No.” She looks at Alice, deeply. “But it doesn’t make me sad.” She drops her legs and scoots closer to her.

“I think she’s something different now. Something quieter, softer, something no one can see. Could ever see. But I think I’ll feel her. Like a breeze through a tree. I don’t think either of us will ever see each other again, but I’ll always feel her,” She flashes a smile at the blonde. “And with a little luck, she’ll feel me, too.” 

Alice leaves Julia’s house with a new sense of certainty. 

The walk to Charlie’s house seems to be a shorter walk than usual, most likely because of how much she’s thinking. She stares at the ground for so long that she almost hits her head on his obnoxious neon green door. She’s always hated it, that door. Why Charlie chose it, she’ll never know, but it’s grown to be a color of comfort almost. No longer neon green, really.

It’s Charlie green.

She knocks on the door and it’s opening a few moments later. “Hey, kiddo.” 

Alice doesn’t need the invitation, walking right in. “You know I died older than you, right?” 

Charlie shrugs, walking towards the kitchen. “Still my little sister.” 

Alice follows him and is immediately hit with the strong scent of cinnamon. It’s strong enough that it makes her eyes water. She wipes her with the sleeve of her sweater and Charlie gives her a knowing smile. “Yeah, hits hard, doesn’t it?”

He’s not talking about the smell. 

“That was dad's favorite.” 

Charlie takes a baking sheet out of the oven. “I don’t understand how bark can be edible but he discovered something good with this one.” 

Alice immediately reaches for a piece, not caring it’s still hot. She chews her first bite for what seems to be minutes. Swallowing, she leans back against Charlie’s counter and sighs. “So good.” 

He smirks at her. “It’ll never taste as good as when he made it, though.” 

She cries, then. Finally. It's as much a relief as it is painful. “I wish he was here.” 

Charlie doesn’t really feel the need to dive into stories of how wonderful their father was. He knows Alice doesn’t either. “I miss mom.” 

At that, Alice lets out an extremely loud, surprised laugh. “Mom, oh my god. She always hated this recipe. For someone who loved gardens and flowers so much, she sure as hell hated trees.” 

Charlie laughs as well, shaking his head. “Correction. She hated eating trees.” 

Alice hums. “Right, that’s the reason she loved shooting spells at the old one in our backyard.” 

“The tree absolutely started it, dropping its lemons on her tulips.” 

Alice lets out another laugh at that and he beams, proud of himself. “What was that thing she used to tell us? Plant your flowers somewhere else?”

Alice lets out a scoff, mixed in with the slightest of chuckles. “It was, ‘change the flowers you planted’” 

Charlie rolls his eyes and moves so his back is to the counter, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. “What did that shit even mean?”

She shrugs. “If there’s a part of yourself you don’t like, grow a new part and get rid of the other.”

“Horrible advice, really. Why not just work on a flower instead of changing it?”

Alice throws him a smirk. “I mean, look where we ended up.” 

They share a soft laugh, before moving into silence. Alice is the first to break it. “I’m going.” 

Charlie nods. “I know. Kinda figured this was a goodbye when you didn’t give me shit about Leonard.” 

“You named the goddamn door, Charlie, what, was I supposed to sit silent?” She gives him a gentle smile. “You could come with me.” 

Alice isn’t surprised when he shakes his head. “I have to wait for her.” 

He’s not talking about their mom. He’s talking about Emily Greenstreet. “I just,” he sighs and moves his fingers through his hair. “There’s so much to say to her.” 

There’s another long silence which Alice is once again the first to break.

“I wish I could have said goodbye to dad. I wish he had stayed,” she wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. “Why didn’t he stay? How could he have moved on without saying goodbye to me? He needed to see you, but not me.” 

Charlie reaches out and squeezes her hand. “Because absolutely nobody knew how I was after I died. But you, he got to watch you, after. All the time. And he saw you were okay. Knowing you were okay was enough.”

“I killed him.” 

He squeezes her hand harder. “He didn’t see it like that and you know it. And either way, he had forgiven you even before he stepped foot in here.” 

Alice takes in a deep breath, nodding. “I have to go. If I don’t go now I think I’ll change my mind.” 

Charlie immediately pulls into her a hug, using one or his hands to cup the back of her head. “I love you, kiddo.” 

“I love you too, Charlie.” 

After a few minutes, he gently lets go of her and she walks towards the door. Right when she opens it, he calls out to her. 

She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll see you later, Alice.” 

They both know it’s not true. But long ago, when they were kids, they promised to never use goodbye when leaving each other. “I’ll see you later.” She closes the door behind her and turns to stare one last time at the color.

She reaches out and gently brushes her fingers across the paint. Neon green. Charlie green. “See you later, Leonard.” 

Alice has never been good at goodbyes. And one so permanent, she could never even imagine being able to go through with it.

So, instead, she writes letters. For all of them. 

And one for her mom, when she invebitaly joins Charlie. 

Alice hasn’t used her magic in so, so long. 

But they all get their letters delivered by tiny, glass horses who never disappear, each of them finding a home on their owners bedside tables.

She doesn’t sit on the bench Janet points out, she just walks right through. 

Alice isn’t changing the flowers inside of her. Not a single one. 

She’s simply moving them to a different garden. 

And there, they will grow endlessly.