Angel
Angel, will you marry me?
I'm speechless. My hands cover my mouth, and his words make my tears fall. No, I don't cry in pain. They are tears of happiness, the first ones that really burst from my eyes in the almost 19 years that I have lived.
My eyes go slowly from his eyes to the hands he has stretched out in front of him. An open velvet box showed inside a ring in yellow and white gold, engraved with two seated wolves, worshiping the moon, which had a diamond encrusted. The ring was simple and beautiful. Nothing to do with what humans offer their girlfriends.