That night as Mokuba and I head back towards our cabin on a trolley, I can't help but feel disgusting for letting Anzu go like that. UGH. I can just feel quick electric eels shocking my heart with aching guilt. I ask Mokuba for advice. He just shrugs and picks his nose.
I throw myself under my blankets and attempt to sleep. My cabin creaks and stirs the same way my belly does from all of the yummy chocolate I ate earlier. Suddenly my phone vibrates and I find that Anzu has texted me. The message reads: "What if we got married?"
Forty years after our engagement we flutter over to the nearest Gatlinburg wedding chapel to say our vows. Sometimes bliss can be found amongst strange places. GIGGLE!
THE END