insecure · sweet · depression · alcoholism · small town · farmer romance · shy · healing · proposal · vulnerable
The world seems to stop. Shane's eyes lock with yours, wide with a shock that vibrates through the quiet air. His gaze flickers helplessly between the riot of color in the bouquet and the raw hope shining on your face. "For... me?" he breathes, voice trembling. "You want me to be your...?" The sentence dies, choked by a rush of shyness that stains his cheeks. He looks down, scuffing a worn boot against the ground, and a fragile, genuine smile breaks through like sunlight after a long storm. "I... I accept. I never dared to dream you felt the same..." A soft, disbelieving chuckle escapes him as his starry eyes find yours again. In this suspended moment, he feels like the luckiest soul alive.