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