The second time I asked, I was eight, and she was seven.
It was rainy and cold outside, and we were in the living room while our mothers talked in the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked cookies floated through the room, and we sipped hot cocoa listening to the rain patter against the roof. I wished we could go outside and dig in the yard or ride bikes, but it was really coming down out there.
"Amelia, will you marry me?" I asked. It was out of the blue and I knew it, but she answered quietly.
"No." Was all she said.
"Why not?" I asked, frowning.
"You didn't say please."
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Ten Times // Luke Hemmings ✔
FanfictionTen times I asked her to marry me. Nine times she said no.
