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The feeling of his lips on hers was everything she needed in that moment.
She had tried her best that day to forget the topic of mortality. She'd received word from Diaz's father that his calling hours were to be held later that week and Eliza had to help pack up his desk. It was strange. Even when Eliza and Rhett had first started dating, there was no animosity. Diaz had always been happy for her, one of the few people who wanted nothing more than to see her genuinely happy, and he had sat content at arm's length for so long. It felt like her fault that he was gone and it only ignited her worry over Rhett. They had no idea what was going to happen, but she knew the moment she found that watch that no matter what, whether she lost him or not – she needed him to know how she felt.
It was a morbid thought, but she believed with all of her heart that it was better to have loved and lost, and for the first time in her life she had a chance to spend every moment the way she wanted to spend it. And she wanted to spend every moment she could with him. So it only felt natural to give him her father's watch. She would not let Rhett go a moment without knowing what he meant to her.
Fake marriage or not, spending the rest of her life beside him was a privilege she was thankful for every single moment of every single day.
"You're welcome," she breathed out, a smile brightening her tired features. What she did not anticipate was him reciprocating the movement to pull out a small box. Eliza could remember every gift she had ever been given. She remembered the most expensive gift too – a beat up old thing for a first car. She remembered looking at it wide eyed and believing that it was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. Linda had worked to help her grab it from some junkyard and her friends had helped her work on it for hours and hours on end, but when it was finished – she remembered the way her face lit up as she thanked Linda.
Beyond that, Eliza had only gotten a few pieces of jewelry in her life. A necklace from an ex-boyfriend, a bracelet or two for her birthday, but nothing extravagant. When she saw that ring in the box, Eliza felt like a deer in headlights. Not frightened, but just wide-eyed at the sight before her and her hands moved excruciatingly slow. She was never one to wear rings, but it was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen. Just a simple little thing, White gold with a single diamond, but it glittered and gleamed in the light like nothing she had ever seen before. Sometimes it unnerved her to wear pretty things, knowing the unbecoming scars on her body, but she wanted nothing more in that moment than to put that ring on.
Well, maybe there was one other thing she wanted to do.
Eliza looked up at him with her catastrophically blue eyes and reached to pull him down to her in a warm, deep kiss. She had no idea how to process any of the emotions she was feeling, but a kiss seemed like a good breaking point. When they finally pulled away, she laughed gently and glanced up at him. "Well?" she raised an eyebrow expectantly in a tease, "Are you going to put it on my finger or what? It has to be bad luck for me to put it on myself."
She had tried her best that day to forget the topic of mortality. She'd received word from Diaz's father that his calling hours were to be held later that week and Eliza had to help pack up his desk. It was strange. Even when Eliza and Rhett had first started dating, there was no animosity. Diaz had always been happy for her, one of the few people who wanted nothing more than to see her genuinely happy, and he had sat content at arm's length for so long. It felt like her fault that he was gone and it only ignited her worry over Rhett. They had no idea what was going to happen, but she knew the moment she found that watch that no matter what, whether she lost him or not – she needed him to know how she felt.
It was a morbid thought, but she believed with all of her heart that it was better to have loved and lost, and for the first time in her life she had a chance to spend every moment the way she wanted to spend it. And she wanted to spend every moment she could with him. So it only felt natural to give him her father's watch. She would not let Rhett go a moment without knowing what he meant to her.
Fake marriage or not, spending the rest of her life beside him was a privilege she was thankful for every single moment of every single day.
"You're welcome," she breathed out, a smile brightening her tired features. What she did not anticipate was him reciprocating the movement to pull out a small box. Eliza could remember every gift she had ever been given. She remembered the most expensive gift too – a beat up old thing for a first car. She remembered looking at it wide eyed and believing that it was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. Linda had worked to help her grab it from some junkyard and her friends had helped her work on it for hours and hours on end, but when it was finished – she remembered the way her face lit up as she thanked Linda.
Beyond that, Eliza had only gotten a few pieces of jewelry in her life. A necklace from an ex-boyfriend, a bracelet or two for her birthday, but nothing extravagant. When she saw that ring in the box, Eliza felt like a deer in headlights. Not frightened, but just wide-eyed at the sight before her and her hands moved excruciatingly slow. She was never one to wear rings, but it was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen. Just a simple little thing, White gold with a single diamond, but it glittered and gleamed in the light like nothing she had ever seen before. Sometimes it unnerved her to wear pretty things, knowing the unbecoming scars on her body, but she wanted nothing more in that moment than to put that ring on.
Well, maybe there was one other thing she wanted to do.
Eliza looked up at him with her catastrophically blue eyes and reached to pull him down to her in a warm, deep kiss. She had no idea how to process any of the emotions she was feeling, but a kiss seemed like a good breaking point. When they finally pulled away, she laughed gently and glanced up at him. "Well?" she raised an eyebrow expectantly in a tease, "Are you going to put it on my finger or what? It has to be bad luck for me to put it on myself."