Warmer in the Winter

Moonlight Reverie

The two left, hand-in hand, and made idle chatter through the newly falling snow. Even though Blake was wearing mittens, she could still feel the warmth in Yang's hand as they walked. But then again, maybe it was just the warmth of happiness she got whenever they were together. They soon approached the plaza, which was nearly empty save for a man sleeping beside the enormous tree they put up every Christmas, somehow undisturbed by the bright lights cascading down onto him.

               "Okay, follow me for a second." Yang said, "Just one last thing I swear."

               "I'm not arguing, this night's been great," Blake replied, "I do have a question though afterwards." She just couldn't stop thinking about the "big thing" on the paper. Was that why she had felt Yang was acting so weird all night?

               "Okay stand right... here." Yang positioned Blake right in the center of the plaza, facing the Christmas tree. Blake glanced up at the tree, seeing the snow fall around them reflecting every color from the lights, before turning her attention back to Yang.

               "So, Blake, I have to ask you something." She said.

               "Go on."

               "The past few years of my life, ever since we met at that random coffee place on campus in college, have been easily the best. Every time I've talked to you since that day I just keep getting happier and happier, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to call you my girlfriend," Yang said, "But honestly, I'm not sure how much longer I can call you that."

               Blake looked at Yang and blinked. "W-What?"

               "I'm saying you shouldn't be my girlfriend anymore, Blake." Yang put her hands in her pockets, just as she practiced twenty some-odd times earlier that day. "What I'm saying is... I want you to be my wife."

               Yang knelt down onto one knee and pulled out the velvet box, opening it towards Blake. Blake's eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with her mittens, her ears standing straight up. Through all of her stress and anxiety, Yang had done it. She smiled, and asked Blake the most important question she ever would:

               "Blake Belladonna, will you marry me?"

               Blake began to cry, her tears overflowing into her woolen mittens. "Yes!" She yelled, "Yes!"

               Yang stood up and pulled the mittens away from Blake's face and moved her arms around Blake's shoulders, pulling her into a warm embrace, and the two kissed ever so softly under the light of the Christmas tree above them. When they finally broke away, Yang could only smile, and Blake couldn't stop crying tears of joy as they slipped the rings onto their fingers together.

               "So..." Blake said through her sniffles, "I guess this is the 'big thing' then?"

               Yang sighed, "So I guess you saw it? Was the whole thing spoiled?"

               Blake planted another kiss on Yang's lips, lingering for a few seconds. "I had no clue, but what I do know is that I would be happy to spend my life with you Yang. I wouldn't have it any other way."