This will probably be the last piece for this story. I hope you enjoyed most if not all of my stories. This is the sequal to the Proposal.
Disclaimer: I don't own Helia or Flora, like you don't already know that!
~Proposal part 2~
I'm sitting across from you in our favourite restaurant.
You're wearing the most beautiful of gowns,
and I'm in a plain old tuxedo,
real classy.
I look like I'm a slob compared to you.
I'm sure our 'spectators' think you're only with me because of sympathy.
I don't think the sweat stains help much.
But you don't acre.
You just smile
and laugh at my pathetic jokes.
Just like old times.
But this is it.
I take out the velvet box
and play with it my hand until you're done talking.
I get out of my seat smoothly.
You ask me what I'm doing,
but I just smile.
I open the box showing an aquamarine stone,
hopefully yours.
You just stare at it,
waiting for my question I'm sure.
And then I say those magic words:
"Will you marry me?"
You shrieked with happiness.
You wrap your arms around my shoulder.
"Yes, of course I will!" you yell.
The whole restaurant applauds but we do not blush.
This is our moment,
no one else matters.
I slip the ring on your finger,
the sign for a new life.
It's not my best chapter but I don't think it's that bad. You may have wanted it to continue on but this is what this poem was about, Helia proposing to Flora. So I thought I shouldn't carry on with that fact. Please check out my poll on my profile and tell me which on of your poem/short stories was your fav. Thanks for all the reviews and don't forget to send one last one too :D
