"Do you want to marry me?" He's on knee. I completely freeze. Mark and I have been dating for 8 years. Yesterday was our anniversary. Today we are on the rooftop of our vacationhouse. There are candles everywhere and there's a bottle of champagne on the table. There are flowers in pots around us. I feel my knees giving out underneath me. I can't do this. Not again. If either of us speaks the words one of us will die. I can't. Mark takes me in his arms. I'm having a panic attack. "Ssht, it's okay. It's okay. Nothing can happen to you, I've got you."
The rest of the evening he tried to calm me down. In the end he did. After almost three hours, he did. "Sorry. It was a stupid idea. Sure as hell because of place and timing." He hands me a cup of coffee and sits down on the couch in front of me. Only the table stands in between us. I lean forward. The black box with red satin lays open on the table. I open it and out the ring on my finger. I smile as I mumble.
"I do."
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The Arrow
FanfictionOn my eighteenth birthday I shot a mystic bow that's said to kill whoever is destined to kill me three seconds before they do. Eight years later, it does. The arrow strikes his heart, right when he says "I do."
