"Pip, I know we haven't seen each other in years, but..."
My pet convict, who was on one knee, kissed my hands and pulled out a small box.
"Ever since the moment I saw you in that graveyard, I knew that I had to spend my life with you. My whole life, I have been lusting after your touch, longing for your affections. Every day, I replay our interractions and think to myself, 'God, I love this boy.' It may be wrong, but that doesnt matter to me. So please, Pip," my convict- I mean, Magwitch- confessed, as he opened the small box to reveal a ring, " Will you marry me?"
My head began spinning. Was this real? Maybe I was just dreaming, and none of this ever happened, and my convict was not here, but in a prison somewhere back in my hometown. More importantly, did I want this? I thought back to our first meeting. I felt so scared, but somehow his strong hands gripping onto me felt comforting. And when I wasn't sure if I should give him food or not, I was not worried about the man himself, but the police. I would have given my convict all of the food in the world in seconds.
Then I thought,'Oh shit, I was like 6 when we first met. He's a pedo!'
Do I confront him? Do I leave it? So many questions racing through my mind, but no answers.
"Pip? Hellooooo? Pip?!"
I broke out of my confused trance and looked at my convict. I don't know how long I had been standing there, a total mess, but I knew it was long enough to make my lifelong love think that I had just rejected the offer I had spent my whole life waiting for.
His eyes were welling up with tears now. They were full of confusion and hurt. He broke eye contact and stood back up, adjusting his clothing accordingly.
"Pip, look. I-I know you don't love me back, so please don't try and comfort me. I'm going to take the next coach to somewhere, anywhere, and you may never see me again. I'm so sorry." he sobbed. Tears streaming down his face now, he spun around on his heels and started making his way to the door, sniffling as he went.
Just as he was about to leave, I snapped out of whatever was holding me back. I was crying too, so I wiped away my tears with my arm and chased after him. He was halfway through the door when I grabbed his hand, spun him around and kissed him. It was the best feelig you could ever imagine -no, better than that. It felt like my whole life, everything that had happened, was leading up to this point. All of the anxiety, all of the confusion, all of the fear, it disappeared in an instant. It felt as if my whole world had been tipped upside down, set on fire, spun around and rebuilt into something so beautiful that witnessing it would kill you. It was love in its purest form.
As we broke away from the kiss, he closed the door. "You can stay here if you want," I chirped, "until Herbert gets back, at least. Then we'll have to explain the whole situation and that would take hours and I don't know if you want to tell him and we haven't really spoken in ages and he will probably judge me and-"
My convict cut me off by placing a rugged hand on my cheek.
"Pip, my boy, that is not of concern to us at this moment. What matters is now. I mean, for god's sake we just kissed! Can you stop worrying about every single little detail for once in your life?"
I giggled and pressed my cheek into his hand. "I suppose so, my love. Now, I think we have some unfinished buisness?" My convict looked at me for a second, confused and then a look of realisation came across his face. He pulled out the ring once again and, after I nodded to him, slid it around my ring finger. We launched into a hig for what felt like hours, until our feet got tired. We continued to cuddle even as we slept, and for the first time in my life, I felt... happy.
Then, suddenly, Herbert YEETED in the room, said, "Oi oi, Handel! I never knew you were such a thot! Bye Felicia!" and jumped out of the window. I am a changed man.
