“I don’t know what to say.” “That you forgive me?” she nervously whispers. “I forgive you, of course.” I laugh at her. Is she insane? Of course I forgive her. “Do you forgive me? For everything? Or close to everything?” “Yes.” She nods, reaching for my hand. “Now I really don’t know what to say.” I run my hand over my hair. “Maybe that you still want to marry me?” Her eyes are wide, and mine feel as if they are going to pop straight from their sockets. “What?” She flushes. “You heard me.” “Marry you? You hated me like ten minutes ago?” She’s truly going to be the death of me.
Girl whyyyy
