“Glass,” he began, his eyes glowing, “I don’t want to spend another day without you. I want to go to sleep every night with you by my side and wake up next to you every morning. I want nothing else but you, for the rest of my life.” He held out his outstretched palm, with a small, golden object in it. It was her locket. “I know it’s not exactly a ring, but—” “Yes,” she said simply, because there was nothing else to say, nothing else to do but put on the locket and kiss the boy she loved so much it hurt, as behind them the comet streaked the sky with gold.
I LOVE LOVE
