The Proposal.

Fiona's POV

I could hear the drums emanating from my chest. At that moment, I wished for only one thing: for the ground to somehow open and swallow me whole. The mass of saliva that had formed in my mouth slowly ran down my throat. "What do you mean?" I managed to say, wearing a smile that was obviously fake.

"You don't really talk about yourself. That scar—how come I never noticed it before?"

"What?" I was confused. "What do you mean?" I found myself asking again.

"Who are you? I want to know everything about you. But first," he paused, lifting my hair and touching the scar, "I want to know how this happened."

I could feel a heavy weight lift from my chest as I smiled. "Why do you want to know?"

"First, will you be my girlfriend? I know it's awkward that I'm asking now, I feel...she..." He stuttered. "Say something."

"Yes," I laughed. "Stop stuttering, it's so lame."

He burst into laughter, lifting me up and placing me on the bed. "So will you tell me everything about you? Every sing