Two Years Later.
I'm finally better. After the hell-ride that the past two years have been, I feel happy again. Mika has stuck with me, through hell and high water.
And now we're married.
July 4th, 2018:
"Lucy O'Connell (my maiden name), will you marry me?" Mika got down on one knee, in front of the beach sunset, and proposed to me.
"Yes!" I squealed. Then we kissed. Everyone clapped. It was the best day of my life.
May, 28th, 2019:
On the very same beach that she proposed to me, in the rain:
"I do." I didn't even hesitate.
"I do." Then we kissed. I knew that I would never, ever think that this was a mistake.
Present Day:
"Mika, move that chair over there." Finally, we have a house. A beautiful one, in fact.
"Yes, ma'am." She laughs.
"Want to go out later?" I suggest.
"Why not?" Yes, Mika and I are still party girls. Less so, now.
9:00 o'clock, Club Sapphire:
"Let's go!" I shout up the stairs.
"Coming, babe!" Mika shouts back.
And for the first time in a while, I'm happy again.
The End
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