Chris
The helicopter ride felt longer than usual, my mind constantly drifting back to Moonstone and Ava. I hated that I was leaving during so much turmoil, hated to say goodbye to Ava, even if only for a few days; but I knew it was necessary.
Still, by the time we landed in the city, I was already feeling the ache of separation. And that ring in my pocket was feeling heavier than ever.
As Ophelia and I hailed a cab to our hotel, I slipped my hand into my pocket, rubbing my thumb across the little velvet box. I had carried it everywhere with me in recent weeks, constantly feeling the urge to propose to Ava but always stopping myself at the last minute.
I should do it when I get back, I thought to myself. As soon as I get off the helicopter…
Ava knew it was coming, of cou
