Darryl Proposes

"Diana," he says, getting down on one knee, "Will you marry me?"

"Darryl." I keep shaking my head. "I-I mean, I can't... I'm not sure what this is about."

"Diana, I know we've messed up in the past, and I want to make it up to you. And I think that we should now wait to have sex until marriage. I love you, and-"

I sit down on his bed slowly, not understanding. "Are you saying...you're not in love with me? Are you saying you don't...find me attractive...?"

"I-I" He starts. "Diana, look, I'm an idiot. I just...want to make you happy because I know..."

"Know...what? That I'm ugly?! That I'm not attractive?!"

"No! I mean, of course, I find you hot- I mean, attractive." He sits on the bed with me. I know he's there, but I cross my arms.

"Diana..." he says again. "I am in love with you. Don't let your father get in your head. I'll go to the police tomorrow."

"You what?" I spat. I couldn't help it, and I couldn't even say sorry.

"Please let me make you happy, Diana. We can live together, we can get married." He touches my arm hesitantly. And knowingly, I let him in. Because I have no other choice than to be a walking postsign.

"Please don't report him... Darryl, I can't let something bad happen to you."

"It'll be fine, Diana," he says.

But I know. I know it won't.

Nothing will ever be fine after this.