So sorry these are so short, my mojo has been messed up lately and I'm just happy I'm writing anything at all... Hope you guys like it
He stood on her doorstep, in the pouring rain, looking like a drowned rat. "Peter, my god! Is everything alright?" she cried, "Come inside, I'll get you a towel..."
Peter didn't budge. "We're crazy and messed up, he said, "We've seen things no one else has- things no one else ever should."
"Please, Peter, come..."
"We've been taken apart and put back together so many times that sometimes I don't even know if I'm still human," he continued. "Every night I lay down in my bed and wait for the world to end while I sleep, if I sleep; and I wake up the next morning hating myself for wishing it would."
Wide eyed, heart breaking, she waited. The utter anguish in his eyes, the fear and helplessness in his ever confident eyes, tore at her soul.
"I tell myself the timing isn't right; it doesn't make sense; you need more time," he said, shaking his head, "But I'm terrified of running out of time, of never having said it at all." He pulled something shiny from his pocket, the porch light glinting off of it.
She gasped. "Peter..."
"I love you," he rushed, "I shouldn't, I'm no good for you and I know you could surely do a hell of a lot better... But I love you. I need you at my side, in my life." He held the ring out for her. "Without your smile, I'm empty. Without your touch, I'm broken."
He got down on one knee on the soggy welcome mat.
"I'm nothing without you, Olivia, will you make me whole?"
Tears burned her eyes. Her throat was thick. She fell to her knees in front of him, cupping his face. "Yes!"
"Oh thank god!" he said, exhaling a large breath. He leaned his forehead against hers and slipped the amethyst and silver ring on her finger. "If you had said 'no'..."
She laughed through her tears. "How could a girl resist a proposal like that?"
"I admit, it could have been better."
"No," she said, "It was perfect."
He smiled against her lips as she kissed him.