"Jack."

Sky looked glumly down at the floor, while Jack smiled. He stood up and hugged me.

"Thank you," he whispered.

I smiled. "You're welcome."

Sky stood from the couch and headed towards the door.

I let go of Jack. "Sky, wait." I quickly walked in front of the door and blocked him. "Look, I know you wanted me to choose you, but--"

"It's fine. Really, it's fine. I'm just gonna go." Sky walked past me and out of the house.

"Sky!" I called.

Sky turned around. "Bloom, really, it's fine. My parents were going to have me marry Diaspro if it didn't work out with us. So have a nice life with Jack." Then he was gone.

I sighed and closed the front door.

"Bloom," Jack said behind me, "I normally wouldn't say this but I'm really glad you chose me."

I smiled and turned around to face him. "Yeah, I am too--"

My jaw dropped. I covered my open mouth with my hand. When I turned around to face Jack, he was on one knee with a small red box in his hands with a ring inside, grinning like crazy.

I slowly walked over to him. "Jack..."

Jack took a deep breath. "Look, Bloom. I know it hasn't been long. And I know you and Sky ended your engagement recently. And you just made a really big decision about who wanted to be with. But so have I. And I... I love you, Bloom. As you know, these past few years haven't been easy for me. I've been very lonely. When I'm with you, I'm not lonely anymore. I'm happy. I've been very blessed to have you in my life. So... Bloom Peters... will you marry me?"

"Jack, I... yes!"

Jack's eyes were wide. "Yes?"

"Yes!" I repeated.

Jack stood up. "Yes!"

He picked me up and spun me around. When he set me down, I hugged him tightly. When we pulled apart, I saw tears running down Jack's face.

"I love you, Jack Dawson," I told him.

"And I love you..." Jack put the ring on my finger. "...Bloom Peters."

"No," I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Bloom Dawson."

He wrapped his around my waist. "Not yet."

"Soon."

He smiled. "Yes. Very soon." Then he leaned in and gave me a quick, gentle, loving kiss. I smiled and rested my head on his chest. He rested his chin on top of my head.

"You know," he said. "You still have to meet my family."

"Yeah, I guess I do." I looked up at him. "Do you think they'll like me?"

He looked hesitant. "Well... no." I looked down at the floor. "I think they're going to love you, Bloom." I looked back up at him and he was playfully smiling.

I smiled. "You think so?"

"I know so. I've loved you since the moment I first saw you."

I giggled. "Wow, I never thought my clumsiness would attract you."

"Actually, that wasn't the first time I had seen your face."

"Really?" We sat down on the couch. "Do tell."

"When I get on the stage to preach, I sometimes look around the audience to see if we have any visitors with us that Sunday. And that resulted in me seeing you. There were times when I just couldn't look away. You were beautiful. I wanted to meet you after church so I could see if your personality was just as beautiful as you are. And I was right."

After several hours of talking about, well, everything, Jack decided that it was probably time for him to leave.

"I should get going. It's getting late and tomorrow's Saturday. And I haven't exactly finished my sermon." He took my hand and kissed it. "See you around... Bloom Dawson."

He stood from the couch and walked out the door. I heard him start his car and drive off into the night. Once I knew he was gone, I screamed with joy.

Jack's P.O.V.

Once Bloom's house was out of sight, I started l laughing with joy. She said yes! I couldn't believe it!

"I'm getting married!" I said to myself, still laughing. "I'm finally getting married!"

"I'm proud of you, Jack," a female voice said from the passenger seat.

I was confused. Someone was in the car? I looked over at the seat next to me. After I saw who it was, I slammed the brakes.

"J-Jo?"

Joanna was sitting there, in the passenger seat, wearing her wedding gown.

She smiled. "Hey there."

"How are you... how are you here? You're..."

"Dead? I know. I'm no here in the flesh, Jack."

"So you're, like, an angel? Or a ghost? Or a figment of my imagination?"

Joanna shrugged. "Something like that. Whichever you like best."

"I like angel," I said, moving my hand towards her cheek. Little Angel was something I had often called her when we were dating. "Because you always were my Little Angel."When my hand came close enough to touch her cheek, it didn't touch. It didn't go through, but I didn't feel her. I drew my hand back.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she said. "I'm not real. You can't touch me."

"I wish I could. Just once. One more time."

She looked down. "I know. So do I. But that's not why I'm here. I'm to tell you that it's time for you to let me go."

Let her go?

"I'm sorry I... I can't. I still love you, Joanna."

"You'll have to sooner or later. Because you're going to be married. Actually married. And you have to love your wife and only your wife." Then she disappeared.

I sighed and started driving again, unsure of what to do.