Chapter 19
Gale watched her walk passed. She was alone; at last, it was perfect. Yet he couldn't move. He stared as she made the distance between them further. Then just before she was out of view he called out to her. He stepped out as she turned around. She looked surprised to see him; they hadn't talked in six months, not even when Mackenzie had celebrated his eighth birthday. He stepped towards her, trying to hide his feelings. She moved towards him, he couldn't read her expression. "I'm sorry…" He couldn't finish the sentence, he was sorry for so many things.
"Gale, I…"
"Don't say anything." He knelt, pulled out a slightly flatten flower, freshly picked. "I, ah, lost the ring but…Chrysie will you marry me…again?" She laughed, tears streaming out of her eyes. Then she was on her knees. It was exactly like there first time, except then he had only known her for a few mouths. "I'm sorry, Gale, so sorry."
"I love you."
"I know…but, Gale, you're too late. Rian…he proposed to me this morning, and I…and I said yes." Gale stared as she pulled a ring from her pocket, large and incrusted with diamonds, compared to his flower Gale could understand her decision, at least he man hadn't lost the ring twice. He only condolence was that she hadn't put the ring on, he forced a smile. "Congratulations, I should give the man a few pointers." Chryssa rose with him, holding her shoulders, tears falling freely.
"You should have asked me weeks ago."
"No, I shouldn't have ever let you go." Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek. He dropped the flower into her hands and walked back the way he came. Suppressing the need to go home, to pull out the bow and arrow he hadn't used in years and shoot something…or someone. "Be good to her, Rian Turnboat, you better good to her."