Devilish |link neal x reader

Ps, its Gucci ;)

-Your POV-

Today the physical therapy lady, or Mrs. Katz tried to get your arms to move.

"Just lift your arm up.... yup! There we go..." she said as if you were five.

You lifted your arm up a bit and managed a small smile.

"And look at that! You can smile now too!"

"Yup.." You mutter while gazing at your arm that was slightly in the air.

You place your arm back down and Mrs. Katz leaves the room.

You sigh and a few minutes later Dr. Peshi comes in with a tray of food.

It was a nice sandwich, your favorite! It had (Fave sand which topping), (F/s/t) and (f/s/t)!

You smile as the doctor puts your tray up on the slide table. He slides the small plastic table top to your chest and you look at the salad on the side.

"Now, I need you to finish it all. Try your best to feed yourself, but if you need any assistance use your emergency button."

You nod and the doctor leaves you by yourself.

You use all your strength and pick up one arm, slowly picking up half of the sand which and bringing it closer to your mouth.

Finally you take a bite and taste victory.

After a few rests and slowly moving your arms you finally finished the whole tray of food. You press the button and the doctor comes in.

"Great job! Now I see you've made great progress! Your boyfriend, Mr. Neal... or Link gave me this and told me to give it to you. He said he'd be late because of work."

You smile and nod. You didn't care how long it took him, you only cared that he was coming.

He handed you a letter and took away the empty tray. You laid back the bed and twirled the white envelope in your hands, wondering what it could be.

On the front of the envelope, in pretty cursive writing it said "my love, (Y/N)" you smile at just the thought of Link writing this.

You slowly peel back the top of the paper wrapping to reveal a light pink sheet of paper, hearts framing gorgeous cursive letters that read:

I didn't fall in love with you
I walked in love with you
With my eyes wide open
Choosing to take
Every step along the way
I do believe in fate and destiny,
But I also believe
We are only fated
To do the things
We choose anyway.
And I'd choose you,
In a hundred lifetimes,
In a hundred worlds,
In any version of reality,
I'd find you.
And I'd choose you.

You start to tear up a bit and notice a nice smell in the air.

It smelled of...

Link?

You looked back at the envelope and found a smaller piece of paper inside that read:

Ps, it's Gucci ;)

You smile and hug the letter, maybe it was the most cliché thing a guy could do,

But to you,

It was more than cliché,

It was perfect.