It's been almost one year since they got back together. Four years since they met. And there she was, a ring on her finger.
Was it really her, all that? She loved him, that's for sure but she was not supposed to be the princess, she was the outcast who'd make something of herself.
Sometimes she wondered if he held her back…
"Hey what are doin' ?"
"Just thinking."
"'bout what?"
"You actually."
"Oh really, I hope it's a good thing."
"Me too"
"Rachel, what's going on? You seem upset… Do you want me to sing to you? Come here"
A smile crossed her features as he held her in his arms.
He might hold her back, but he also made her happy…