The fourth time I asked, I was twelve and she was eleven. We were at the beach in the sand, building sand castles and digging trenches. Her hair was wet from playing in the ocean. Our mothers sat further up on the shore, watching us play while they talked and tanned in the sun. I remembered the trinket I had found at a shop, a silver ring that I'd saved up chore money for. I held it out to Amelia and asked again.
"Amelia, will you please marry me?"
"No." She said firmly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Why not?" I asked, frowning. I'd found her a ring like she asked. What more could she want?
"You aren't Blake."
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Ten Times // Luke Hemmings ✔
FanfictionTen times I asked her to marry me. Nine times she said no.
