Emerald Sparks

26

A/N:

My heart's practically breaking while writing this. Guess that's an enough warning for what's to come, yeah? Good luck, burritos x

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Christmas came and it was Lauren's turn to give her presents. We're settled in my parents' room because they got the biggest. Clara and Mike gave me a hover board which I played with instantly. Chris, on the other hand, gave me a complete set of Harry Potter books. I've been wanting it so bad and I hugged him because he knew what I desired.

Lauren gave Mom some jewelries which my mother really appreciated. She's addicted with them. A typical woman. My girlfriend gave Dad a set of mechanical tools for cars because she remembered Dad said that his tools gone missing. She gave Sailor a pair of Jordan shoes and a basketball.

Then she came to me with a medium sized box covered in red and silver gift wrapper.

"And for the woman I love the most," she beamed, holding the box in front of me and I gave her lips a peck before taking it.

After our date in the Eiffel tower, nothing has changed between us. Well, we grew closer to each other and we tend to spend more time just saying our thoughts. I guess we became more open and it brought us together. I know, we're doing the wrong thing because we should be separating ourselves to each other or else it'll be harder when the time comes. But we're risking it anyway. That's what love has thought us—to risk everything and hope for something better.

I pulled the ribbon encasing it and opened the box. The box contained a brown scrapbook with the word "WIFEY" in front, the letters in the color of galaxy.

I gazed up at her and she smiled warmly at me.

"I made it before we left Miami," she said. "Something to remember."

I gave her a sad smile, taking the scrapbook and flipping through its pages. My heart swelled up when I saw our pictures glued everywhere. It was countless—every memories we had—they're infinite in the scrapbook. There are also quotes written on the pages, making me feel special with every words she dedicated to me. At the back of the pages, there were more handwritings but they're no more quotes, but messages from my girlfriend.

"I advice that you read it later," she spoke, chuckling at me. "It's kind of too much to read."

"I can see that," I laughed, wrapping my arm around her. "Thank you for this. I'll bring it everywhere I go."

"You're welcome but that's not it yet," she said, pointing the box.

I looked into it and saw another box, but this one was smaller and black velvety. I realized what it was.

"You're proposing to me?" I whisper-shouted, giving her a perplexed gaze. "What the hell?"

"Calm down, for Christ's sake," she giggled, taking the small box in her hand and flipping if open in front of me. She revealed a simple silver band, a little thick for a woman's ring but I loved it nonetheless. It had a semicolon on it and came with words embossed on the inside but the letters are written backwards and like they're typed from a typewriter. "Always mine."

I lifted my head back to hers and saw that she was holding the same ring as mine—it's a ring for the both of us.

"I bought my own," she informed me, showing the inside of it. "I have 'always yours' in it. They're written backwards so, they'll be sort of engraved on your skin when you always wear it."