Chapter One-Fifty-Five: Slumber

Marko N. Ivanov

His legs felt weak; he could feel the tremble in his knees threaten to give way, yet how could he reach her if he hesitated?

How could he embrace her, squeeze her, just to ensure she was not another figment of his imagination?

"Say it again!"

He uttered as his arms reached for her, pulling her into him before hoisting her in the air to spin her around with his hands glued to her waist.

"Oh, my ga- put me down!"

"Say it again, I beg you!"

"I will marry you."

My God...oh God, he wasn't dreaming, right?

"Again."

"I will marry you!"

She uttered with a squeal that alerted him of how fast he spun her. He wanted to apologise, but it would not be from his heart, so he placed her on the ground and waited for the dizziness to fade (lest they both collapse) before he fell to one knee.

This was hard—harder than he anticipated. He should not have proposed so soon; he wanted perfection. He should have waited until the venue was conducive, until her dress was fancier, and he did not