“Welcome to Dubai, Airla. I suppose you had a comfortable flight?” The handsome Arab man asked, whose name turned out to be Zayed, thanks to Kurenai’s knowledge of him once we were told where we were going. I had done all the crying I needed to do on the flight, the tears stopping once Japan became a speck in the ocean and Azrael came to me with a box — and note, from Kazu.

  I should’ve had the balls to do it while you were still with me, but I had to keep my promise to your dad. I know this isn’t ideal, nor will it be the only time I’ll ask you, but at least let it be the first.

  Marry me once this is all over.

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  Until then, carry my name proudly because it is yours in this life, in the next one and in every one that we’ll be in.

  I love you till the day my soul feels the need to cease anymore.

  Azrael was kind enough to open the box for me, a beautiful red diamond ring in the center. Emerald cut, with a white gold band that if looked closely enough, had an engraving of an infinity sign; a clear indicator of this amazingly tender love that I was blessed to have. Smiling, I took it proudly and placed it on my ring finger; not a word needed to be said for my answer to be known.

  Smiling at Zayed, I rubbed the band of my newly adorned finger.

  “I did and please, call me Mrs. Nagatsuchi.”

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