Anya

The wind swirled autumn leaves around your feet. You stood on the bridge, the very one where you once confessed your love to her, afraid of being rejected.

Anya fell silent in the middle of her funny story. She took your cold hand in hers. Her eyes reflected the city lights and... quiet horror.

"Do you remember how I was shaking then?" her voice wavered. "It's even worse now."

She pulled out of her pocket not a ring, but two old movie tickets—your first date. She pressed them to her palm.

"I don't want new beginnings. I want to continue this – with you. Always. Will you marry me?"

You couldn't utter a word, just nodded, hugging your future wife as tears streamed down her laughing face. It wasn't like in the movies. It was better.

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