We walked, hand in hand, down the beach. It was our last day here
and I was sad to leave. It was like we were in some magical
trance, and I didn't want it to end.
I was deep in thought though, the beach was a good thinking spot.
I had written and mailed dad a letter the day before. It was hard
to write, but also necessary. I told him I forgave him, and asked
if I could have dinner with him and Kim. I finally felt like I
was making good choices in my life.
"Is something wrong Bella?" Mason asked, almost nervously, he had
been evaluating my moods all night.
I sighed, "I just don't want to leave, it's so magical here,"
He stopped walking and we faced the ocean, where the sun was
setting. It really was beautiful; the ocean waves rolling off the
rocks. The ocean itself was a rainbow of colours; dark blue,
light blue, green, black, gray. But that was just the ocean, the
sky took my breath away; with its swirling purples and pinks, it
was like we were in a water colour. I glanced over at him to see
he was watching me, this made me nervous, but glad that I had
worn my white strapless dress all the same. It was short and
cute, and perfect for the beach. He was in khaki shorts and his
abs were tan, so he left his shirt off.
"It is magical," he agreed softly, "But our magic doesn't have to
He turned me so I was facing him, "Bella, I knew from the moment
I saw you that I loved you, you were so special to me, and still
are. I can't imagine living a day without you, you mean the world
to me Bella,"
He whipped a tear off my face before I spoke, "Mason, I love
you," was all I could say.
He smiled, "I love you as well Bella Leah,"
With that said he let go of my right hand, so he was just holding
my left. I watched him; in what seemed like slow motion, as he
kneeled in front of me.
"Annabella Leah, will you marry me?"
Then, all at once, the world started spinning normally again, as
I realized that this was so right, so perfect. The sun set over
the ocean as the day ended. Mason and I's journey together, had
Tears streamed down my face as I said, "Yes,"
With that one word, a ring was slipped on my finger, a beautiful,
modest sized, diamond ring.
What was more beautiful however, was the boy who had now stood up
and had tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he kissed my
lips softly and said, "I love you."