"Shiloh, I..." my mouth was dry, and I had no idea what to say. He smiled hopefully at me. I did love him, but I'm only eighteen! "I... uh..." The door opened, and Sicily and Chance walked in. Sicily froze when she saw us; my face burning and Shiloh down on one knee. She mouthed "oops" and tip-toed out of the room, still holding Chance. I heard her giggle.
"Well...?" Shiloh prompted, thinking I'd forgotten the previous conversation. I turned back to him, my mouth still gaping. Then, my heart seemed to melt. I realized I loved him a lot; and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
"Yes." His grin widened, and he took out the ring. He took my left hand and put it on my ring finger. Then he stood back up and hugged me tight, and kissed my forehead.
"Thank you... now we might wanna go tell Sicily before she has an anxiety attack," Shiloh laughed. He took my hand and went out to the living room. Sicily was sitting on the couch, pretending to watch TV. She seemed to not notice our entrance, but I could tell she was itching to know. Shiloh and I decided to mess with her. Shiloh sat on the floor and relaxed. I sat on the couch and yawned. Sicily's leg started bouncing.
"Well?!" she finally asked. I giggled.
"Well what?" Shiloh asked, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Sicily groaned and turned to me hopefully.
"What'd you say?!" she asked.
"Yes," I grinned. Sicily squealed with joy and hugged me.
"YAY!!" she shouted. Chance screamed at the excitement of his Godmother. "That's awesome! I'm so happy for you guys! This is wonderful!" She pulled us all into a big group hug.
The end.
**Epilogue**
Shiloh and I married about a year after he proposed. Chance got to be the ring-bearer, with Sicily guiding him along the way. Alice was there too. My father did not show up for my wedding.
Shiloh dropped out of high school to become a full-time carpenter. We both went to an online high school, and after a couple years, we both got our GED's. Shiloh later adopted Chance as well.
A few years later, when Chance was three, Shiloh and I had a baby. We named her Cassie, and she has Shiloh's dark curly hair. Chance was really happy to be a big brother, and he's always very nice to Cassie. Alice became Cassie's Godmother, while Sicily is Chance's.
I did allow Ty to see Chance. Chance understood that Shiloh was not his birth-father, but it was hard for him to understand why he wasn't allowed to be by himself with Ty, or why he couldn't see him a lot.
Shiloh and I now live a comfortable life in a cozy house. The kids love it when Aunt Alice or Aunt Sicily come over, which is often. Sicily married a nice young man named Bryant a few months after Cassie turned two, and Alice married a young man named Chesney later on. Shiloh's parents come over a lot too, and the kids love seeing their grandparents. My dad still doesn't know Cassie was born; after we sent the wedding invitation, we received a letter saying that he wanted no part of my new life. Even so, we carry on with our lives. Shiloh still believes that he'll come back one day, but I'm not so sure.
Only time will tell, I guess...
"Well...?" Shiloh prompted, thinking I'd forgotten the previous conversation. I turned back to him, my mouth still gaping. Then, my heart seemed to melt. I realized I loved him a lot; and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
"Yes." His grin widened, and he took out the ring. He took my left hand and put it on my ring finger. Then he stood back up and hugged me tight, and kissed my forehead.
"Thank you... now we might wanna go tell Sicily before she has an anxiety attack," Shiloh laughed. He took my hand and went out to the living room. Sicily was sitting on the couch, pretending to watch TV. She seemed to not notice our entrance, but I could tell she was itching to know. Shiloh and I decided to mess with her. Shiloh sat on the floor and relaxed. I sat on the couch and yawned. Sicily's leg started bouncing.
"Well?!" she finally asked. I giggled.
"Well what?" Shiloh asked, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Sicily groaned and turned to me hopefully.
"What'd you say?!" she asked.
"Yes," I grinned. Sicily squealed with joy and hugged me.
"YAY!!" she shouted. Chance screamed at the excitement of his Godmother. "That's awesome! I'm so happy for you guys! This is wonderful!" She pulled us all into a big group hug.
The end.
**Epilogue**
Shiloh and I married about a year after he proposed. Chance got to be the ring-bearer, with Sicily guiding him along the way. Alice was there too. My father did not show up for my wedding.
Shiloh dropped out of high school to become a full-time carpenter. We both went to an online high school, and after a couple years, we both got our GED's. Shiloh later adopted Chance as well.
A few years later, when Chance was three, Shiloh and I had a baby. We named her Cassie, and she has Shiloh's dark curly hair. Chance was really happy to be a big brother, and he's always very nice to Cassie. Alice became Cassie's Godmother, while Sicily is Chance's.
I did allow Ty to see Chance. Chance understood that Shiloh was not his birth-father, but it was hard for him to understand why he wasn't allowed to be by himself with Ty, or why he couldn't see him a lot.
Shiloh and I now live a comfortable life in a cozy house. The kids love it when Aunt Alice or Aunt Sicily come over, which is often. Sicily married a nice young man named Bryant a few months after Cassie turned two, and Alice married a young man named Chesney later on. Shiloh's parents come over a lot too, and the kids love seeing their grandparents. My dad still doesn't know Cassie was born; after we sent the wedding invitation, we received a letter saying that he wanted no part of my new life. Even so, we carry on with our lives. Shiloh still believes that he'll come back one day, but I'm not so sure.
Only time will tell, I guess...
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
she unloads his gun
She and he waits for this
he releases his love
In blue and green orbs
she gives him more and more
A million miles away
A million years girl
In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep
She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs
He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning
A million miles away
A million years girl
In her world of his
she unloads his gun
In a world of his
she covers the sun
A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl
