Clash

A couple of guards nodded into their walkies before pocketing them and coming onto the field for me. I did another survey of the field.

Where was he?

“Then we shared one amazing night in a hospital room and I knew everything would be all right. And then doubt crept back into my mind and I knew nothing would be all right. So I left him. I hurt him.” A single phantom tear I hadn’t known was there skied down my cheek.

Ignoring the guards making their way towards me, I looked into the stands. Beyond what I’d expected, more faces were formed into sympathy than judgment.

It turns out, I wasn’t the only one who screwed love up.

“But then this morning, over a sleepless night and a pot of coffee, someone knocked some sense into me. Thanks, mom,” I said, waving at the camera that was tracking me. “I realized I’d never really gotten off that roller coaster, we were just riding in different cars. My life is a roller coaster whether or not I am sitting next to this boy, and I’d rather share this crazy journey through life with him at my side.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I busted into the finale because I had maybe ten seconds before I would be escorted off the field. Hopefully not in cuffs.

“I’m done leaving. I’m done questioning if we can do this thing, Jude.”

Cheering rose up in the stands as fans began to realize their star quarterback was who this screw-loose girl was talking about.

“I’m done pretending I’ll ever love someone else as much as I do you. I know it took me a while, but I know it now. I was made to love you. I was made to share my life with you. I’m rewriting the fairy tale so you and I get to ride off together.” I paused again to get a breath, sca

He wasn’t coming. Even if he’d been tucked away into the very back of the stadium, he could have made it to me by now if he wanted to. Nothing stopped Jude from what he wanted. The possibility that I wasn’t what he wanted any more broke me.

I fought through the fear. I was done living in a state of it.

“I love you, Jude Ryder. I’m done letting that scare me. I’m not going anywhere.”

One of the security guards stopped in front of me, clearing his throat. “Yes, ma’am. I’m afraid you are.”

This was so not how I’d envisioned this all going. I gave life‌—‌smirking its all-knowing face at me‌—‌the finger.

“I’ll take that,” he said, grabbing the mic out of my hands. “After you,” he said, which was every shade of a demand, motioning me off the field.

The other guard shouldered up next to me, waiting for me as well. At least neither one was swinging a pair of cuffs in front of me. Taking one more look around the field, I felt my already battered heart break one final time.

It was done‌—‌it couldn’t break any more than it just had. If Jude didn’t want it, I didn’t need it any ways.

Making myself hold my head high, I followed behind one of the guards, the other one keeping stride beside me as I left the field. The stadium was silent again as I felt the eyes of every person watching me being escorted from the field where I’d just bared my soul.

Where I’d left it there to die.

My future was flashing through my mind as we crossed into the dark tu

I was midway through the tu

“Lucy Larson?” That voice I couldn’t possibly love any more without being declared mentally unstable rose through the stadium. “Could you come back out here? I need to ask you something.”

The guards groaned. I almost squeed I was so giddy, and Lucy Larson didn’t normally do giddy.

“Ready to make this a round trip, boys?” I said, already heading back down that tu

Their footsteps indicated they were following behind me. I wasn’t slowing to wait for them. Hurrying out of the tu

His face gave nothing away, but I didn’t care if he was out there to chastise me in front of everyone or if he was pla

I told myself to walk, to put one foot in front of the other, but I couldn’t. All I was capable of was ru

The crowd wasn’t silent any more. People were starting to cheer; the wave even started to ripple through the stands. But the only thing I really noticed was the man watching me, keeping some emotion that was so intense I could feel it coming off of him in waves contained beneath the surface.

Slowing to a jog, I stopped before throwing myself into his arms. This had to be one of the few times I’d approached Jude and his arms hadn’t been open.

“That was one hell of a speech, Luce,” he said, his face finally breaking into a smirk. Almost identical to the one he’d given me that day on the beach when he’d crashed into me.

“I was wondering how far you’d let me get,” I said, feeding him back his line that day on the beach.

When I’d fallen for a broken boy that had managed to fix me somewhere along the way.

“How far do you think you had until you hit the edge of the world?” he replied, his smirk deepening.

“I’d say I fell over it a ways ago,” I answered, knowing I’d fallen so long ago I couldn’t remember when my feet had been planted on solid ground.

Jude stepped closer to me, resting one hand on my hip. “Then it’s a damn good thing you grabbed on to that rope I told you we’d need when the ground fell out.”

I smiled as his expression softened.

“Damn good thing, indeed,” I said, feeling the warmth from his hand melt away whatever confusion or uncertainty or doubt was left. “Didn’t you say you had something to ask me?” I arched a brow, sca

Jude blew out a breath, that foreign flash in his eyes looking… nervous?

“I wasn’t pla

“Did that concussion knock something loose?” I teased, amused at this bout of discomfort rolling off of him.

“No, I still see everything as clearly as I did before,” he answered, tugging on a chain around his neck. “And it’s about time you saw it too.”

Throwing the microphone to the side, he stepped back. The crowd exploded into an equal chorus of cheers and boos.

Then, taking a deep breath, Jude lowered down to the field. On one knee.

Damn. My knees were about to join his.

Sliding the chain over his head, a ring dangled from the end of it.

“I know I’m one royal screw up, and god knows there’s nothing I could ever do to deserve you,” he began, taking my hand in his after sliding the ring free from the chain. I couldn’t fill my lungs, I couldn’t feel my legs below me, but I could feel his hand around mine. And he kept me grounded.

“But I want you, Lucy Larson. Bad. I want you forever. The kind of bad I have for you isn’t the kind that goes away.” His forehead lined, his eyes washing silver. “Ease my suffering. Make me the happiest, most tortured man in the world. Marry me?”

If this was hanging from a rope after the ground had fallen from beneath you, I’d become the best damn rope climber in the history of ropes.