“What’s that?” I ask in a soft voice.
“This, Londyn.”
I slowly look at him, my breath catching when I see he’s holding a small, black box, a gorgeous diamond solitaire displayed prominently, the overhead lights reflecting in it.
“This is what keeps me going. The idea that, once this is all over, I’ll be able to get down on one knee and ask you to be my wife.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart physically aching. If he thought this would make me reconsider, he’s wrong. It only makes this even more painful than it already is.
“I planned to ask you New Year’s Day. I was so fucking excited to see this ring on your finger, Lo.”
“Wes, please…,” I beg, each word he says like another knife in my heart.
“We may have gotten off course. You may think things have changed, but they haven’t. I still want to get down on one knee and ask you to be my wife. I still want to see this ring on your finger. And I still want to stand before God and all the important people in our lives as we become one.”
I swipe at the tears falling steadily down my cheeks, wanting to run, but at the same time clinging to every word he says.
“I won’t stand here and tell you everything will be okay. I don’t know if it will. It kills me to see you hurting like this and not being able to do anything to fix it, except love you with every beat of my heart. Except stand by your side, even when you push me away. Except fight for you, even when you don’t think it’s worth it. Because let me tell you something, Londyn…”
I shift my gaze back to his, swallowing hard.
“You are worth it. And nothing you say will make me think otherwise. Nothing will break this tether binding me to you. You for me, Lo. For the rest of our lives. Even if we’re apart, you will still own me. Own my body. My mind. My heart. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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