not everything is rainbows.

32 // Propose

It's been a month since he left. I've been a wreck. Whenever I look at the bed or the couch or the ocean or when I drift to sleep... he flashes into my mind and invades my whole day. I could say I'm over him, but I'm not. When I saw him last Friday, my heart wanted to jump at him. My mind stopped me though. Even though I knew it wouldn't be bright, I knew if he showed up at my door right now, I'd literally accept him just as fast as I did the first time.
As I woke up, I heard Alyssa squeal. I jumped, remembering the last time. Worry painted my face as I ran to the kitchen. Sky was on one knee and Alyssa was weeping with joy. Her hands were on his shoulders and she rested her head on his. He was laughing. I saw a small ring with a flash of light on it. It was a petite diamond. Then I realized how simple this was. They had breakfast on the counter and they were in PJ's. Alyssa had on flimsy shorts and Sky's tee. Sky just had on flannel pajama pants. I whip out my phone and take a picture. Alyssa looks at me and shows off her ring. After a minutes, still crying, she asks, "Will you be my maid of honor?" I nod, smiling as she hugs me. There's so much love in the room, it's unbearable. Sky is on the phone, and as soon as our hug breaks away, Alyssa is too.
Pops and Momma come shortly and Alyssa jumps and squeals with Pops. Momma is silently watching, happily. Sky and Pops start talking money and Momma and Alyssa come over to me, "Are you excited, honey!"
Momma asked. I reply, "Yeah! It's gonna be fun."
After discussing dates, Alyssa says, "One month. I want to do it before Thanksgiving."
It was October 3rd. I butt in, "How about Halloween?"
Alyssa gasps, "Yes! I can wear white and be like an angel!"
I chuckle, "Yeah, and sugar skulls can be our decoration!"
Alyssa nodded, "Yes!" She hugged me, "I'm glad I picked you. You have the best ideas." She leaned back with a wide smile. I smile right back.
The whole day was spent gushing over Alyssa but I couldn't help but imagine me being the bride and Scott being the groom. I imagined Pops giving me a lecture on how Pops should be your favorite man still and Momma giving approving glances to Scott. I imagined sleeping with him, and not in the way I've already done. I imagine delicately kissing his lips at the alter but once we get home, he kisses me like he means it. Like he loves me.
When I go to sleep, I can't help but feel particularly lonely without Scott's protective arms wrapped around my torso. It's tough, not having him around. Maybe it's for the best. As I finally drift off, I have dreams. Dreams of being happy with him.

--------------------------
Quick Note ; This is my first story, I hope it's not or something, but so far I like it.

image for chapter ;

song for chapter ; just fine - spooky ghost boy

You can reach me at ::
tumblr ; aesthetic-sheit

( images are not mine, please contact me for removal/ credit. )

Thanks for reading!