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Inktober – Day 15: Weak

I had never seen the moon shine the way it did that night. Each reflected beam made her extra beautiful where it touched her skin and the rest of the light congealed in her eyes.

“So what do you like about me?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“You.. you are sweet and beautiful and everything nice. I feel like a child in a candy store when I’m with you. I- I really don’t know how to explain it but you’re caramel chocolate, you, you are peppermint, shortbread and salted fries.”

She propped herself up on the grass, straightened her skirt and continued.

“You are pure, unrefined sugar my dear.”

My gaze met hers and I held it for a while before looking away at a distant star.

“But, I am diabetic and I can’t have none of you.”

My heart sank as I watched her start the engine of her truck and drive away into the cold night. In the wake of her perfume, I searched my pockets frantically until I found the box. The box with the ring. I was going to propose to her.

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