• There was a pause in his speech. He just couldn't get the words out. She was looking directly at him...staring. He could see the love and comfort in her eyes, but it only made it harder. Nervous beads of sweat ran down his forehead and his hands felt clammy. How should i go about this?, he thought to himself. Calm and relaxed? Naunchelaunt and dismissive? Desperate and begging? His mind raced a million miles a second and the frantic beating of his heart seemed like it would stop at any second. His hands were shaky, but he grapsed hers in his and held tight. The flicker in her eyes went from comfort to worry. "Is everything alright?", she asked, voice laced with concern. "Yes, or at least it will be, depending on your answer". "My answ-", she started to ask, but couldn't finish. He had leaned in and kissed her. It was passionate as if he was trying to ask without speaking. They parted and shared a breath. "W-what was that for?", she said in slight shock, but with a growing smile. Still holding her hand, he got down on one knee. He reached into his pocket and removed a velvet line box. He held it up and opened it, revealing a daziling ring, that sparkled as the moonlight reflected off its polished surface. He looked her in the eye and with all the courage he could muster, he spoke. "...Will you marry me?"

    --The End