Ten Times // Luke Hemmings ✔

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The third time I asked, I was ten and she was nine.

We were waiting outside the school yard for our mothers to pick us up. It was getting late, and I hope they hadn't forgotten, but I was glad to be spending time with Amelia. She sat on the grass, picking flowers and tying their stems together to make flower crowns. She put one on herself, and gave me the other one. I didn't bother to look around to see if anyone was watching; I didn't care if they were. She was beautiful. If she wanted me to wear a flower crown, then I would wear one.

"Amelia, will you please marry me?" I asked once it was secure on my head.

"No." She answered quickly.

"Why not?" I asked, frowning.

"You didn't give me a ring."