Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Final Catharine|

*Early June

It was a sunny, piercingly hot day. I had been out on my now daily walks, reflecting on all my decisions with my relationship. I'm baffled it's been eight months, eight long, blustery months of Marshall and I. I never thought it could happen. Because in my field, relationships with clients are virtually unheard of.

He was basically everything I wanted in a guy and bloody more. Marshall was interesting, intelligent, sweet, thoughtful, funny, attractive and was able to make any situation better. He meant a shlit ton to me and I'm sure it was the same vice versa.

I was coming back up my street, sweat dripping down my face. My house pulled into view and I walked up the stairs and got in. The coolness of my blasting AC coated me in every sense. I walked down the hall and stripped down to shower. I stepped in, rinsing myself of sweat and lathering myself in orange scented body wash.

I got out, put on some dark shorts and a top with a white tank top. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and walked around the house blasting "Alright" by Supergrass. I washed some dishes, cleaned a bit of my living room. I was relaxing and watching TLC until I got a phone call from the one and only himself.

"Aye Catie. Can you meet me down by Highland Park?" His tone was slight nervous and I question him.

"I don't know. For what?" I asked, twirling a piece of hair from my ponytail.

"Just, do it. And wear somethin' nice 'cause it's important." I didn't know what it was about, so I got a little worried.

"Okay? I'll be there by 5:45." I said, glancing up at the analogue clock above my television.

"Alright, see you there." Marshall concluded and hung up.

I decided on a soft white dress that flowed out. It was one of those dancing dresses you see in musicals and my grandmother passed it on to me, skipping my mother completely. My makeup was simple, light concealer, foundation, some mascara and pink lipstick. My hair was down around me in long curls and I clipped a silver pin to hold back the bangs. I slipped into some average black patent leather flats.

Getting my keys, purse and some extra money, I walked out to my car, got in and started it up. I began on the nearly thirty minute drive to Highland Park, almost all the way out of town.

* * *
I pulled up to Highland Park. I forgot how gorgeous it truly was. The benches over looking a man made, but still beautiful lake spotted with lily pads. There was a dense forest surrounding it. It had been an extremely popular walking spot due to the breathtaking view of the forest. I walked across the packed gravel driveway, clutching my purse tightly in my hands.

I was sweating bullets, like when Marshall and I went on our first date seemingly a thousand years ago. But now, it's just because of the information. He might be breaking up with me. He might tell me he has some sort of disease that will cause him to die in a couple weeks. Whatever it is, I needed to know.

I saw the back of his head, sitting on a bench a few feet away from the gentle lapping of the glassy glimmering lake. I sat next to him, smiling. He's wearing a bloody suit. I can barely conceive it, but there it was. Here was Marshall, dressed in a fancy-arse black suit, completed with a tie and everything.

"Dang, I almost didn't recognize you." Marshall said, giving me a tight hug a kissing my lower cheek.

"I could say the same for you.' I said playfully. I hope I came off sweet.

"Alright, there's somethin' I wanted you to know." He said, turning to me. I knew it was getting serious because his eyes were firmly locked on mine.

"Yeah?" I anxiously asked.

"Catie, I've known you for eight months. But goddarn it, it feels so much longer. I've never been this fuggin' crazy over a woman like you before. When I first saw you, I just thought you were an attractive sassy blitch. That you and I were going to have some difficulties and that even with your support, I'd still die alone and forgotten. You've shown me that-that you're so much more. You're dependable, caring, thoughtful and beyond interesting. You are everything I've ever wanted and ample more. It's not easy to help a man through eight months of difficulties, as small as they may seem. And I know that now. I appreciate the shlit out of you. I love the shlit out of you. And I know that women like yourself come once in a fuggin' lifetime. That women like yourself are just phenomenal in every sense of the word. That women like yourself don't date guys like me. That women like you are truly amazing as fug. And, after nearly seven months, I understand that."

I was in full blown tears, sniffling back snot and basically just a mess. I didn't think I was even half of the things he described me as. I didn't think I made a bloody quarter of the impact he said I did.

But then, Marshall drops off the bench and kneels into the emerald green grass with one knee. He produces a small, black leather box from his pocket and holds it in his hands.

"And so Catharine Alice Greene. Would you make me the most changed man in the entire fuggin' world and marry me?" He said, popping open the box.

Inside, sitting in a box of cream satin was a ring. But not just any ring. No, it was a bejeweled, silver rose atop a dazzling diamond encrusted band. It glittered in the light and it pushed the tears out further.

"Marshall Bruce Mathers, I would absolutely fugging love too!" I shouted and I threw myself into his arms. We disconnected so he could put it on me. He slipped the ring onto my long, thin finger and it looked beautiful on me. And I'd probably never, ever take it off, even after we got married because that's how much I adored the bloody thing.

Marshall was already wearing his and I smirked.

"You freakin' cheated!" I said, shoving him. How could I not see it on his hand?

"Mhm." He said, shoving me back. The two of us talked about the wedding until the sun began to set.

We looked at the explosion of light and dark colors splattered onto the sky by God himself. Marshall's and my hands were interlocked as I watched as there were some kids jumping into the lake on the other side, a thought buried itself into my mind.

My life is at an all time high.
And it's all thanks to Marshall.

/Omg, what an amazing way to end a relationship, right? But don't worry, I've got one last chapter. So, save your tissues until the next and final one lol. QOTC: Where did you guys cry at first in my book? Or if you're made of steel,what was the moment where you were about to. Mine was probably here or the last Andre part haha.
Catch ya later😉~MII\