Was he going to ask me to marry him? I couldn’t breathe my chest was so full of love. Slowly he dropped to one knee, and I lost it.
“Will you, Bree Forbes, marry me?”
There was no hesitation in my words. “Yes.” And then I kissed him like I hadn’t seen him in days. Like that first day when I saw him after two weeks of thinking I had lost him. Our love story was tragic and in ways, even brutal. Some would call it fucked up, but I would call it inevitable. We, falling in love—it was meant to be.
The End