"You've been through hell and back. You are here because of me. My family and my friends were the one to put you in this nuthouse but still, when you get your freedom back you would stay with me? After everything I have done to you? After everything they've done? You want to marry into the family that made your life a living hell?"
"My life already was a hell." Dylan replied. "But you made the burning ground underneath my feet bearable. You cleared the toxic air in my lungs and found my heart under a layer of ash. I don't care what your brother has done. I don't want to marry him. I want to marry you so I can start my life again with the woman I love, leave the past behind and start being the guy I once was again. I don't expect you to answer right away but if you'll have me I'll be only yours. Forever." I felt a tear roll over my cheek, my breath hitched in my throat. I loved him. God, I loved him. He brought his hand to his pocket and took something out. It was small and silver looking. I looked at him confused. He smiled at me.
"What? You didn't think I would propose without a ring?" As he brought the tiny object in his hand closer to me it became clearer what he was a holding. A ring indeed, hand made from tin metal woven like a braid. "When I get out I'll buy you a proper one but for now this has to do."
"Dylan--" I started but he cut me off.
"No wait. Let me do this properly." He got up from his seat and walked over to me before getting down on one knee. I felt how all the other people in the visiting room where looking at us, holding their breath or giggling.
"Jessica Whitmore." He started, taking a deep breath. "I know this is not the most romantic place. I know this is not the right time but I can't spend another day in here without knowing you are mine. I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time but I never knew when and I never knew how. And still, now that I'm sitting here right in front of you I'm still not sure how to do this but I know one thing and that is that I love you and that I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You are a brilliant woman. You are kind and beautiful. You saw the light in me when everyone else saw the darkness. So Jess, will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you do me the greatest honor of giving me your hand in marriage so that I can try to make you happy for every day that you live?" I didn't hold back the stream of emotions when they came over me. I didn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. Instead I let myself fall from the chair and into his arms, sobbing into the crook of his neck.
"Yes." I whispered. "I'll be yours." And then they all started clapping. The insane, the sane, the visitors and the guards. All of them. I couldn't stop smiling when Dylan shove the metal ring over my finger. My heart skipped a beat.
But as with all good things also this moment had to come to an end. Visiting hours didn't last forever and after five more minutes of spending time with my fiancee I had to leave him behind again. He went back behind locked doors, eating terrible food and sleeping on a barely mattress. It felt horrible. But it was only three more weeks until the trial and maybe he could come out earlier. Maybe we would be with each other again sooner than expected.
[I know it's been an awful while since I've updated and I'm truly really sorry. So this chapter is a bit shorter but I wanted to keep it to the romance and not just jump to another day or scene all of the sudden. I wrote this on my phone so sorry if there are any mistakes. I'll edit it when I've my laptop back. I'm gonna try to finish this story this month so that I can introduce you to a new Dylan O'Brien story that I'm writing, one that's not AU. Hope you're all excited for it!]
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Fanfiction"I'm a dirty minded, horny pervert. I hope that's not a problem for you." ________________________ When Jess met Dylan, she had no clue how much her life would change. She went from going for the boys that were insanely beautiful to the boy...
