A/N- Happy (late) Thanksgiving! I ate so much; I'm going to explode any minute. Actually, I think I'm going to go back for seconds. :P
9AM on a bright spring morning, Angela stood in front of the mine, hammer and hoe in both hands. She wasn't looking forward to climbing so many floors, mostly because of the particular eeriness of how her footsteps echoed with each step. But she had to do this to propose to the favorite person on the island, and the love of her life. Blushing slightly at the term she had used to describe Gill, she took her first step into the mine. The near black as pitch room was dimly lit by the flashlight helmet on Angela's head, which she had adjusted for about the fiftieth time in the five minutes she had been inside. Gill was probably wondering where she was, as she usually visited him every day. She had been smashing away at rocks for about two hours, and was beginning to feel a bit faint. Angela pulled out a sandwich (one of about three; she had to be prepared) and a bottle of water. No way was she passing out again.
"What floor am I on? Twenty? I really should've kept track…" She wondered, finding little energy in herself to swing her heavy hammer. "A little nap wouldn't hurt, right?" Yes, it was one hell of a bad idea, but her mind was muddled with pure exhaustion. Her knees wobbling, Angela stumbled to a corner relatively free of rocks, wadded up her discarded jacket, and laid down. Angela's eyelids shut almost instantly, and the relief of not being on her feet dissolved the discomfort of the hard, dirty ground. "Gill is going to be so pissed at me…"
Rather than angry, Gill was worried out of his mind. She had not informed him of where she was going. Each minute passed agonizingly slow as he constantly ran his hand though his now ruffled blonde hair. If it was any other time of day, Elli would tell him to relax, before she back to her house at the end of the day. However, Angela always showed up at Town Hall at some point in the day, regardless of the weather. It was midnight with no sign of Angela whatsoever, driving Gill insane. He had called her house at least four times, though he had lost count. Her door was shut and locked, and the lights were off. Much to his disgust, he had to ask Chase if he had seen Angela around.
"Isn't she usually with you, Gill? I really have no idea," Chase replied with a shrug. Gill sighed angrily; his patience with the people he had asked was wearing thin, as was his cool composure. His facial expression usually displayed boredom, distaste, or both. Honestly, he was on the verge of tears, and he hated the feeling. He wasn't sure if he could be angry at her when she finally showed up. A terrible thought crossed his mind- Would she show up?
Angela's eyes opened, and she immediately checked her watch, her sight blurred from sleep. It two in the morning, causing her to curse out loud and smack her forehead. Begrudgingly, she pulled herself to her feet, put her jacket back on, and continued to smash rocks, her energy renewed. She felt around for the stairs, feeling blind as a bat. The sight of each staircase gave her strength, and she felt purely euphoric when she saw the exit. Her footsteps became heavy as she stepped out, a grin breaking out on her face when she saw a perfect blue feather waiting for her. She grasped it carefully, and held it as if it were a delicate infant.
Getting back to the bottom was much easier, much to her relief. It had only taken her an hour to get back down- much better than the…Oh, Angela didn't have time to count the hours as she sprinted toward the cart. Her fear of it was overridden by the adrenaline of getting the feather to Gill ASAP. Angela didn't doubt he was still awake, which actually scared her a little. Would he be angry? If he was, how angry would he be? She shuddered at the memory of their previous falling out, and wished with all of her heart that this wouldn't end up the same way. The brisk night air whipped her faced as she ran desperately, frantically to his house.
The sudden loud, rhythmic sounds in the road snapped Gill out of his panic-induced pacing. He instantly rushed toward the door as he heard the ruckus of his front door being knocked on over and over. Gill flung open the door to reveal a shivering, dust covered Angela. He didn't know what to say, which was odd for him. He merely blinked slowly as he watched her fumble in her pocket for something. In his blank state of mind, Gill had no idea at all what she was doing. Angela pulled out the now crinkled blue feather and shoved it into his hand.
"Marry me!" She exclaimed, panting. With a wide smile, he accepted without hesitation. Her hammer and hoe fell to the ground before she collapsed into his arms, exhausted. "Thank you…" she mumbled, "I love you." Her eyelids fell, feeling as heavy as her tired limbs were. Gill was unsure of what to do in this situation. He had to put her somewhere. Upon closer inspection, after removing her bulky jacket to make it easier for her to breathe, Angela was covered in greenish-blue bruises. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. It was just like her to be injured from head to toe. It took Gill about two minutes of thought to decide what to do. He rolled her onto the couch and put her head on his lap (to serve as a pillow, of course!). Luckily, his house was heated, so he felt there was no need for a blanket. He didn't really know much about taking care of someone, let alone a very beat up looking girl. Still, he was unable to bring himself to be angry at her. All he really cared about was that Angela- his Angela, was safe.