Falling in Love with a King [Elvis]

Epilogue - Flash Forward: 1960

My black purse was rung out because I fiddled with it so much in anticipation. I, as well as many media crews and a hundred fans, waited at the Memphis train station, waiting for Elvis's return.

He had been gone for two years serving his country in Germany, and the only correspondence he had with anyone at home was a letter as often as he had times to write. He was dedicated and a good soldier.

The train sounded in the distance, and I held my breath. That was it. It rolled in as the crowds went wild. The train stopped and people started snapping pictures. Other soldiers came off the train, along with some civilians.

Then he came out, dressed in his U.S. Army uniform and hat. A smile spread across my face as he stepped off the train and was hounded by all the reporters. Elvis had bodyguards with him that were keeping him from the people coming up to him. Tony was there as well, right next to him. I saw Elvis smiling under that hat as he answered questions. The chatter was all a jumble so I couldn't hear what was being asked, and people pushed passed me as I was standing there on the platform, staring at the man that I loved and had loved for four years.

The guards pushed through the crazy crowd with Elvis, and my ears began to ring from the screams of the girls.

I clutched my purse as he came closer, and I touched my hair that I left down. He told me in his last letter to have my hair down and curly. It had grown to my elbows, and he knew that. I sent him a picture of me several months ago, different from the one I gave him before he left. I creased out the skirt to my pink, form-fitting dress that I told him that I would be wearing.

He came closer, then stopped. Our gazes locked, and I held my breath as tears stung my eyes. People started shouting that I was his lady love. He smiled and came over to me, and only a small space was created for the two of us to stand in as the reporters circled us. I let out a whimper as I ran up to him and bombarded him in a hug, and he lifted me up off the ground and twirled me.

"Elvis!" I wailed as I held onto him tightly, my head in the crane of his neck, and oh how I missed his scent!

"Oh, Daisy, I missed ya like nothin' else." He set me down and I stared up at his blue eyes, and I held onto his shoulders. "I can't tell ya how nice it is to see your beautiful face in person."

"I can tell you the same exact thing."

He smirked as reports asked questions, but we ignored them. Elvis leaned in and pressed his lips on mine, and I immediately responded as the crowd went crazy. I loved his arms wrapped completely around me. How I missed it and the pleasurable shivers it sent through me. Our lips parted, and I asked near his mouth, "You didn't meet any girls over there and haven't told me about them, have you?"

"I met plenty, and none of 'em were you."

I smiled at that as he loosened his hold on me, but he still held onto my waist. "Daisy, I love you."

"I love you, too, Elvis. I can't love any other man. It's not possible."

"I will not be able to love any other woman other than you. I don't even wanna look at other women. That's why..." He let go of me but took my hand. He knelt down on one knee and I gasped, clapping a hand over my mouth. The crowd went nuts, but it was as if they weren't there, it was just the two of us. He took his hat off, revealing his shiny light-brown, undyed hair and his handsome face. "Daisy Miller, I love you and I think I might die if I don't have you near me for another minute. You have made me so happy and a much better man. Will you marry me?"

People screamed. Tears came to my eyes and fell out of sheer happiness, happiness that I didn't think I could ever feel, the kind that made you want to fly to the moon. I stared at his blue eyes.

I nodded. "Yes."

He grinned. "Really? You mean that?"

"I do."

He stood up and I jumped into his arms, and he twirled me around again. People still hammered us with questions and cameras snapped, but all that I was focusing on was Elvis, the man I loved and would love forever. We would support each other in our acting careers, and I would support him in his singing career, and someday, we would raise a family.

Never would I have imagined that I would end up like this with him that day I broke my wrist... that day I fell in love with a king.

THE END

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