Arya could have yelled at him when he decided not to reply to her, but let him go anyway. She rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head and making her way over to the bar to grab herself another drink. When he didn’t return and Arya had to make her way back to the hotel room, she was both worried and ready to yell at him all over again. Hearing her phone ring and seeing the caller ID, Arya growled loudly, answering, “Where the fu–” she started, cut off by someone who wasn’t Lucian. Copying down the address, she rushed to call herself a cab, heading to the address and panicking right away.
The address took her to the beach, the one he always went to when he felt--it was his safe place, his favorite place. It was where he would tell her things, to be honest, and tell her about his past. Of course, tonight it seemed the beach was empty, peaceful. In the background, played softly but enough to be heard was a song. But, on the boardwalks were hundreds of beer-bottles that were lit light small lanterns. Edgy, but beautiful. It highlighted a path on the sands, leading her to where he, of course had planned for her to be, the bottle lanterns continued to every end of the boardwalk, just before the hitting the water. Each plank had a date on it, all their firsts. First kiss, First time I realize I loved you, First Time I realized I couldn’t live without you, First time I knew you matter to me, and you were meant for me. It had pictures on the sides of significant times they took together. Until near the very end, the writings and dates stop to one line. Will you spend a lifetime with me? And there Lucian stood, white shirt folded up to his elbows, with the familliar grin on his lips. “Hello there,” He said. “Are you mad at me?”
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