Taking chances

Chapter three: Everlasting love

Beckett continued to come and see me every day, always bringing his i-pod so that we could continue to listen to music together. He truly was the best boy friend ever. As my eighteenth birthday began to come around, Beckett kept promising me a gift. " Evie, I love you more than any other person in the whole world. I'm begging you sweetheart, come back to me." He said this to me every day. I wanted to listen to him, I wanted to come back, but I didn't think I could handle it emotionally. I wanted to be with Beckett forever, but I also wanted to be with my family. On my eighteenth birthday, Beckett was sitting next to me. He seemed really nervous, and I didn't know why. He said " Evie, I love you and want to be with you the rest of my life. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you had to be mine. Will you be mine?" He took a small velvet box out of his pocket. Oh my god. He was actually proposing to me. He took a gorgeous diamond ring out of his pocket and put it on my ring finger. What would my parents think? Oh, what am I thinking, of course they would love this. Beckett stroked his fingers through his wavy dark brown hair, a habit that I loved. He looked stressed out. " Evie, you know that I would stay with you the rest of my life even if you were in a coma, but please, please come back. do it for me , sweetheart." A small tear rolled down his cheek and he walked out of the room. I hated seeing him like this. Seeing him in pain. I decided that moment what I would do.