"Y/n, I'm sorry but we can't go back." He said.
"They know don't they." I whispered.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they do."
"So you never really wanted to run away with me. You were just saving your reputation." I noted.
"No I love you."
"Prove it, Mike. I mean I feel like you don't even know me." My voice cracked.
"Darling I know you, I know you refuse to touch menus because you read that they're dirtier than toilet seats, I know you never finish a drink because you read once that 15% of every drink is backwash and you assume it's the last bit. I know the only drink you'll ever finish completely is a Capri sun. I know you've always wanted to tattoo the solar system up your arm, and darling I think it would be amazing. It would match the stars in your eyes, the black holes in your heart, the undiscovered parts of your soul and the galaxies laced in your bones. Princess, don't ever tell me I don't know you."
-happily ever after with mike- (I will be putting up a second ending)
