A/N: This was an exercise in evoking emotion in the reader, which I believe I need practice with. I do not own the YW series, or the Kenny Chesney song 'If I Lost It'.
Chapter One
If I Lost It
The door to a red Hyundai Accent slammed shut, and a tall, well-built figure leaned up against the dilapidated automobile, running his fingers thorough his dark hair, gazing nervously at another silhouette sitting of the edge of a fountain. Crickets chirped in the trees and bushes surrounding the parking lot, serenading the coming of the night with their usual songs.
Had a hundred dollar ring in my hand
So weak and tired I could barely stand
From being all up all night praying she'd say yes.
Kit took a huge breath and walked purposefully towards Nita's form at the edge of the Bethesda Terrace fountain in Central Park, stumbling once or twice and rubbing at the slight bags under his eyes. With every step, the tiny box in his left pocket bumped up against the outside of his leg, reminding him of the formidable task he was about to undertake.
So with a hopeful heart I hit one knee
With a tear in her eye she looked at me
It was the moment of truth, I was scared to death.
Nita looked up at Kit as he sat down beside her, smiling at him as he laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, Kit. What's up…?"
She realized his hand was shaking horribly, and she turned around to look at him. "Kit? Are you okay?"
Kit, trembling, got up off the edge of the fountain and bent to one knee in front of Nita.
"Nita? I know this… this is… really, really sudden… but… I just wanted to know… will you marry me?"
Nita stared incredulously at him, and he saw a tear spring into one of her amazingly gray eyes as he slipped the diamond ring on her finger.
My life hung on what that tear meant
Kit felt his heart sink. Oh, God…
Then she smiled at me
Nita, her eyes brimming with tears, beamed at Kit. His heart leapt in his chest, ready to burst as her lips formed the words he'd been waiting for.
"Of course," she murmured.
And I lost it.
Kit literally picked her up and whirled her around before bringing her down and giving her a huge, loving hug, tears of joy rolling down both their faces as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
No one can make me cry
Make me laugh
Make me smile
Or drive me mad like she does
It's like the curse
That is the cure
Better or worse, one thing's for sure
It's a real love
And I don't know what I'd do
If I lost it.
End.