“Marry me, Roxy,” I said, knowing it was unfair of me to ask but doing it all the same. Because there were a lot of things I wasn’t going to get to do with my life now but I didn’t want to miss out on that.
“Stay with me, Darius,” she replied, asking me to do the one thing I was almost certain I couldn’t. But if there was any way in which I could, then I’d do it for her.
“If I can then I will,” I replied honestly, hating that I couldn’t swear it any more definitely than that.
“Then I’ll marry you,” she replied. “No bullshit. Just us.”
“Really?” I asked, my chest swelling with the idea of that, of her being mine in such an unmovable way.
“Really.”