“I was angry. But I was stupid too,” his smile falters just slightly, “If I had just said something sooner, we…you never would have…”
He stops suddenly, looking off to the side with a pensive expression.
“What?”
He…
“I’m not sure I want to undo it.”
“What???”
He shakes his head as if he almost disbelieves the words coming out of his own mouth as he says them.
“If-if you hadn’t dated Etan, you never would have painted the “Damsel in the Red Dress.” You never would have won the award or made your museum exhibit-”
“-But you wouldn’t have been paralyzed.”
God-
I could die right now just to shut myself up. I see him wince even before the word is finished, but even behind the pain, there’s a question…asking if it has to just be misery or if maybe-
“Would you have been my girlfriend if I’d asked you out before Etan did?”
That feels so painfully obvious but I answer anyway-
“Of course, I would’ve…”
He reddens suddenly - with an expression that’s almost t-
“Will you be mine now?”
My heart literally stops, but I say quicker than anything-
“Yes.”
The relief that washes over his face is more than enough to make me wish-
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so pretty as he smiles up to his eyes, that sweet, rosy color again-
“Then I’m happy with this. I don’t need to change anything.”
