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memories | accepting.A memory about their proposal/wedding( For Angela <3 )
A single gold band lay on the night stand beside him, as he sat on the bed. He’d found it again, and it was slowly driving him crazy. Every time he looked at it he was reminded of her. Her smile, her laugh, her sun kissed blond hair, her blue eyes that even the sky could never rival. He’s reminded of how she’d been his. He still remembers it so vividly when he’s allowed to take the forefront of this broken body. When the idea of Reaper is so far from his head, when the monster falls silent and Gabriel sees the reminders of her, he can recall it.
The hunt for the ring had been brutal. He’d saved money on the side, enough to get something damn extravagant, but nothing had popped out to him. It had killed him to search one down. For weeks he agonized over it. Everything he saw just wasn’t right, wasn’t good enough. He’d looked over all the prettiest rings that were out there, but they paled in comparison to her and it was killing him to get one. He’d made his mind up about her; there was no one he wanted by his side more than he wanted her. He’d planned the wedding already in his head; a small affair with only a few trusted people there to witness it.
But all of that was dependent on the god damn ring. It was at the end of the second week he put his eyes on one. Thin silver band with small intricate swirls, in which sat a small diamond. It was so simple, and yet it captivated him. He had no hesitation with buying it, and it was like that he set his plan into motion. The day after buying it, he proclaimed a ‘date night’ with her. It started with a dinner he had paid close attention to. Everything was made to not only taste perfection ( to him at least ), but also to visual perfection. Of course, she laughed it off, as did he.
What followed it up was a good half hour ride out away from civilization on his motorcycle. To enjoy the air, he’d said. It was also to avoid conversation mostly; he didn’t mean to blurt anything out. He’d even grabbed his guitar. The drive took them to sunset, and he took her to walk out to a field, to sit in the middle of it. He’d just took the time to talk about the trivial things, biding his time as the sun sank and the moon rose. When the stars began to shine, he pulled out the guitar. He’d asked his brother to help him out, and his brother had pulled through.
The notes that he played were sweet, and his voice soon intermingled with the sound of the acoustic, floating out into the warm night. The entirety of the lyrics were a description of her and him, of their highs and their lows. A testament to everything they’d pulled through, and a promise to a future at the end, a bright one with her by his side. When he finally lets the last note die out into the night, she turns to him, her eyes already widened. She caught on quick to things, and he hadn’t made it hard to guess what he meant.
When he’d pulled out the ring, he can still remember the way her eyes widened and the tears fell. The surprised smile, the shocked laughter, the breathless ‘Yes’ that she’d said. He still remembers leaning back and pulling her on top of him, their laughter floating away carefree as they held each other and kissed underneath the moonlight.
He’ll always remember that night as the happiest night of his life.
When he comes back down to reality he can’t see the world properly. The golden ring wavers in front of him, blurry. When he blinks he feels something wet cascading down his cheeks, and the ring comes back into focus. He reaches out for it, and all he sees is grayed, scarred skin reaching for the ring. It’s yanked back, and held against a now aching chest, as he leans forward, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
God, make it end.
