Grace Feckterhight

Epilogue

It had been two weeks since that day. Dixter and I were at the top of the tallest skyscraper in all of Kistra, sitting at the edge of the roof. It was a particularly chilly night, so Dix had lent me his jacket. It was soft and warm, and I wrapped it tighter around me. I no longer had to watch out for my wounds, since his color had healed me completely.

He laughed softly, and helped me get my arms through. I zipped it up and let the scent of his cologne overtake me. He didn't usually wear cologne, so I wondered why it was so prominent tonight.

We sat like that for what must have been fifteen minutes, just watching the distant cars inch by, the occasional stray person looking miniature in comparison. The rows upon rows of high rises and other buildings all created the layered cityscape before us. With the coming dawn, the soft glow of the coming sun created a wonderful morning haze that was slowly sweeping into the streets. The silhouettes of buildings created a glorious image as the foreground to a rising sun.

It felt as though time didn't exist.

As the city was coated in a golden glow, Dixter stood and walked back onto the roof behind us. "What?" I asked softly.

I turned around and he was on one knee. A ring sparkled in the hues of the dawn.

I was absolutely speechless.

He began to nervously go on. "I know it's not the biggest diamond, and I wish I could have gotten you the other one I saw because it had–"

I cut him off with a passionate kiss. He closed the box and gave the same energy back, pulling me closer to him.

When we broke apart, he gave a low chuckle. "I guess that's a yes."

I grinned and embraced him again, whispering into his ear. "Of course I'll marry you."

"Oh, it must be my charming looks." He leaned back to look into my eyes.

"Dix, it's because you're everything I've ever wanted."

The end.