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i like shiny things
but i'd marry you with paper rings
⋆ ★
LATE AT NIGHT, Ivory hurried to Edmund's room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She needed to speak to him, to clear the air, to unravel the tangled threads of emotion that had woven between them. She found him deep in thought, his brow furrowed with contemplation.
"Edmund," she began softly, "I'm sorry for all the interruptions earlier. I needed to talk to you about... about what you were trying to say."
Edmund looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of uncertainty and longing. He had rehearsed the words a hundred times in his mind, but now, with Ivory standing before him, they seemed to evaporate into thin air.
"Ivory," he stammered, "I... I fancy you. I've fancied you for a long time, but I couldn't find the right moment to tell you. I'm sorry if I'm speaking too fast, but I just had to get it out."
Ivory's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushed with a delicate blush. She struggled to find her voice, her mind reeling with the revelation that Edmund felt the same way.
"Edmund," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I like you too. More than I can put into words."
In that moment, the air between them crackled with tension, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the air. And then, with a sudden surge of courage, Ivory closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a gentle, hesitant kiss.
As their lips touched, a rush of warmth flooded through Edmund, filling him with a sense of euphoria he had never known. It was as if the whole world had faded away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
When they finally pulled away, their hearts were racing, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Ivory looked up at Edmund, her eyes shining with newfound clarity and conviction.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for being brave enough to tell me how you feel."
Edmund reached into his pocket and pulled out a small paper ring he had fashioned hastily earlier that evening. It was a simple thing, but it held the weight of his feelings, the depth of his affection.
"I made this for you," he said, offering her the ring with a nervous smile. "It's not much, but... but I wanted you to have it."
Ivory took the ring in her hand, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection. It wasn't the grand gestures or extravagant gifts that mattered—it was the sincerity of Edmund's feelings, the depth of his love.
"It's perfect," she murmured, slipping the ring onto her finger. "Thank you, Edmund. Thank you for everything."
As the warmth of their shared kiss began to settle, Edmund looked into Ivory's eyes, a whirlwind of emotions playing out in his mind. He had one more thing he wanted to ask, but a nagging worry held him back—was he rushing things? Should he let this moment breathe before taking the next step?
