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I probably should have asked before I pulled her away, but I’m crossing everything, hoping she says yes. We walk up to the waterfall. It takes 45 minutes with her shorter legs, but she never complains. Well, one complaint as we reach the falls is,

“It’s so beautiful. Why didn’t you say something so I could bring my sketch pad?” I chuckle behind her. As she turns to face me again, I drop to one knee and hold Mother’s ring out, and her face goes slack.

“Marry me, Ember? Let me be yours in every way.”