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Chapter 17: Hana-Discrimination
Minus six months…
She had always lived with the understanding that if something was different it was feared. She was different, Leon was different.
And right now Leon was attempting to regain the rights to the reservations he had made for their dinner.
In the end she watched the heart broken turtle crumple in defeat as the manager threatened to call the cops for harassment. She gently tugged on Leon's dress shirt before he turned and dragged her away, almost too fast for her to follow. She stumbled and tripped in her heels, yelping as her ankle turned sharply and she started to fall.
But she never hit the ground.
She looked up to his worried gaze and felt him scoop her up before carrying her to his apartment and placing her on his narrow bed.
She watched in silence as he started to fix them tea; hands shaking worse than normal, like they did when he was upset. She stayed silent, knowing he needed to think.
"I'm sorry," he finally mumbled as he handed her the tea, "I…I should've…I shouldn't have them do that to us…I…"
She touched his hand and he jumped slightly.
"You tried, that's all I really care about," she whispered.
The words seemed to soothe him and he sat tentatively beside her, still fidgeting.
"Um…I guess…I promised you dinner so I'll…I'll go get some…something…I…" he struggled, obviously distressed.
She gently touched his arm.
"How about we make something together?" she offered.
He swallowed.
"I…wasn't planning on getting groceries until the end of the week so…I don't have much," he mumbled.
Hana glanced around, blinking when she saw the partially opened, and very empty, cupboards.
"When was the last time you ate?" she breathed.
He glanced at her and paused.
"Yesterday," he whispered, "I wanted to…"
He stopped and started fumbling with the edge of his sleeve.
She gently touched his arm.
"Go on," she whispered.
He looked at her and glanced away.
"I wanted it to be perfect," he mumbled.
"What?" she whispered, "What did you want to be perfect?"
"This," Leo mumbled as he handed her a small velvet box.
Hana gasped as he gently opened it.
A small, delicate ring sat nestled in the dark velvet.
"I sorry I don't have much, but you've always been-" Leo started.
"Yes," Hana whispered.
Leo paused and looked at her, obviously startled.
"But…nothing worked out…" he managed, "the evening was ruined I…I…"
"Yes," Hana repeated, "Leon…yes."
She watched as a slow smile split his face and then tears began to pour down his cheeks.
"Why?" he managed.
"You are a wonderful person," she stated simply.
A/N: :D gotta love awkward proposals.