He drops to one knee. “How’s the weather, Parks?” He beams up at me. “Oh.” I stare down at him, wide eyed. “It’s looking to be quite fine—” “Just quite?” I roll my eyes. “Eternally sunny, then.” “Oh—” He grimaces. “Can’t promise that. Storms always come, they have to — brings balance.” “What can you promise then?” I ask as I kneel across from him so we’re level. “That I’ll love you forever.” I roll my eyes. “Well, that’s hardly special, is it? You’ve done that already all your life.” “So fucking marry me then, would you?”
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