Fix You ~Completed~

Act Twenty-Three

I expected my Christmas present would be the same as it was every year. Really, my present was more for him than it was for me, and it overlapped half of my own present to him.

I really, really hated it, but it was all Kyla ever asked for during Christmas and I couldn't really say no.

Especially not this year when, on Christmas morning, he handed me an actual box, the size of a wallet, wrapped in plain green paper. We were standing in the kitchen making coffee together, Rudolph on the television across the room, and I was too tired to understand what was happening.

"What's this?" I asked, yawning in between the two words.

"A present," he responded. He might as well of added a DUH to the end of that.

I flushed. "A gift?" I clarified, feeling like crap. That was the third gift I'd been given that year and I really hadn't gotten anyone anything. I made Kyla a cake and bought him a gingerbread house. Could I really count those as presents when Kyla actually went out and got me something probably non-edible?

Kyla rolled his eyes. "No, a goat."

"But we never get each other presents?" I pointed out, holding up the box in confusion.

"Well, I could return it if you'd really like!" he huffed.

"No, no. It's lovely. I'm sorry. I-I just feel bad. I didn't buy you anything."

"Give me my present later," Kyla instructed with a wink. Kyla was not the kind of guy who winked. I had to press my free hand to my cheeks to hide the blush.

Again, I really, really hated my present to Kyla.

It took me less time to unwrap Kyla's present than it took to unwrap my friends' presents. The box was so small, but I nearly died when I saw what was inside. "Are you asking me to marry you?" I practically shouted, holding the ring up to him.

Kyla promised we'd never cross that line. He said I was lucky to even get to live with him. Marriage was an absolute no.

Had he changed his mind? How on earth was this happening? Was he high again?

"Jesus," he scoffed, taking the ring from me with a scowl to match. "It's just a ring! I am not, nor will I ever, ask you to marry me! Damn it, Clem. I knew this was a bad idea."

"No!" I called, holding up my hands. "I-I love it. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. What is it for then, if not, um... that other thing?"

"It's just a ring, like I said. I found it at this shop I went in with one of my friends. It has a little engraving on the side. See? It says Always Mine." Kyla held up the silver jewelry piece for me to admire the pretty golden letters etched against its face. Sure enough, it proclaimed that the wearer was Always Mine.

It was embarrassing when I started to cry. Kyla looked just as mortified when he shoved the ring onto my finger and hurried out of the kitchen to plunk down on the couch, alone. I quickly wiped my face, stuttering, "I'm always gonna be yours, Kyla?"

"As long as you don't die on me," he huffed. "Now, get in here before you miss the snow monster."