Epilogue

One year later. . .

(Robyn)

I sighed heavily. Life was good. Life was very, very good. I looked over to my right and saw Cye's nearly asleep form laying beside me. His bare chest was slowly rising and falling with each breath he took, his hair a worse mess than usual. For someone who had only experienced rape, he wasn't half-bad.

It was our one year anniversary since we'd started dating. The girls had gone on a Girl Scout over-night field trip, Ryo and Kojiro both on business trip, Anubis in Florida, and Mia visiting relatives. So it was just me and Cye. We'd gone out on a very romantic date, consisting of a movie, dinner, and a dance. Then we'd gotten home and just knowing the mood was right, made love. It was a wonderful, passionate experience I'd never felt before. The way his eyes lit up, I just knew he hadn't ever felt anything like it before, either.

It was my first time ever, his first time on his own will. I didn't care that he might be considered Sheila's "sloppy seconds". I loved him dearly. I rested my head on his chest and sighed heavily. What a night. Never before had I felt so in love with him, never before. I just knew then and there we were meant to be together.

I felt Cye beginning to stir. "Hmm?" I asked.

Cye opened his eyes and sat up. "What time is it?" he asked, almost groggily.

"Eleven thirty," I said. He blinked, yawned, and got up. "Cye? What are you doing?"

"Looking for my pants. Where did I toss them?" he said.

"Uh, I think it was over by the lamp," I said, pulling the covers around me. Cye grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and went to retrieve his pants. He then started digging around them. "What are you doing?"
"Something you're going to hate me for, then love me for," he said. He stood up, hiding something behind his back. He went back over to the bed and kissed my forehead.

"Well?" I asked.

"I have come to a decision."

"What's that?" I asked, running my fingers up and down his bare chest.

"I've decided I no longer want you to be my girlfriend."

My heart suddenly shattered. That cheap, low-down dirty scoundrel! "But, But we just made love! How can you say that!? You jerk!"

"That's not what I meant!" said Cye, holding up his hands defensively. A mischievous grin crossed his face. What was he up to? "I don't want to break up with you. I love you more than words can say."

"So they why don't you want me to be your girlfriend anymore?!" I demanded.

Cye smiled and pulled out the thing his was hiding. A small, blue velvet box. He opened it and I gasped. Inside was a beautifully crafted diamond ring. "You're the love of my life, and I don't know how I could be with anyone else but you. Every day I wake up and feel blessed to be yours. I feel like the sun shines down on just me every time we kiss. I feel thousands of emotions at once whenever we're together. I don't want you to be my girlfriend because there's something else I want you to be."

"What?" I asked, slightly dumbfounded.

"My wife. Robyn, will you marry me?"
I gasped. "Oh yes!" I said, kissing him and nearly knocking him down in the process. Cye laughed as he returned the kiss, but he brought up back up to slide the ring on my finger.

"I knew it was the perfect one," he said.

"It is," I said, admiring it. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Robyn."