Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
As soon as he said that the man in the painting was him, Stephanie was blushing, because yes...as soon as she’d realized the girl was her, she knew that the man was him. There was no other way for her to see things. Stephen and Stephanie...they were a package deal. For years now, she had known no other friend that she could call her best, and he...well, he was the longest standing relationship that she had, even if it was just friendship. She didn’t think family counted so much with that, because they were obligated...Stephen was there because he wanted to be.
He was handing her a small box, and...it was supposed to be hers? She didn’t understand. Slowly and delicately, she reached out to his palm and opened the box, already half-knowing what she would find. His grandmother’s ring...he was going to give it to the girl that he would marry. Was he saying that she was that girl? Was this...some kind of almost-proposal?
“Stephen...” she said softly, her voice breaking a little bit, looking up at him with anxious...albeit slightly hopeful eyes, “This is your Grandmother Esther’s ring...when you say it’s supposed to be mine...do you mean I’m supposed to marry you?” Her tone was careful...she didn’t want to say much more until she got that answer, because this was a fragile moment...this was not what she had expected. She made sure that she didn't sound opposed to the idea...in fact, she might have sounded a little inclined towards it.
Thinking about that wasn’t really so difficult, actually. For so long she’d told herself nothing would ever happen...perhaps she’d been wrong.