My heart melts. He really is too good for me. The fact that he just accidentally called Karly the most beautiful girl in the world slamming into me like a ton of bricks. Did he mean it like that?
Of course not.
Karly is beautiful, but that was just Eric being supportive and just…well, Eric. I brush it off.
We say our goodbyes, Karly promising to call us if Ashton comes back or gives her any trouble.
We go to Eric's house, and I follow him inside. I can't help but notice all the flowers. What seems like thousands of them.
"Well, this night was supposed to go a little differently," he smiles, "I was going to call you to come over, make up some stupid excuse for needing you, but it wouldn't be us if something didn't interfere."
I look around, wondering what exactly is going on, realizing quickly it's exactly what I think it is.
"Let's get married, Hanna."
He opens a tiny black velvet box, dropping to one knee right in front of me.
I close my eyes, tears threatening to escape.
The second my eyes shut, I see Jameson. Kneeling in front of me at the airport at just nineteen years old.
I take a deep calming breath.
No, Hanna.
He left.
He'll always leave.
I open my eyes, my heart sinking to my feet.
"Yes."