"For weeks," he begins, his accent thicker than usual, "I have been trying to find the right words. In six languages I have written speeches, practiced declarations, rehearsed explanations."
A laugh bubbles up through my tears. "And?"
"And none of them are sufficient." He squeezes my hands, his eyes never leaving mine. "How do you explain that someone has become your entire world? How do you say that before her, you were simply existing, and now you are living?"
The tears spill over now, rolling down my cheeks as he continues.
"Maya Ruiz," he says, and then, impossibly, he drops to one knee. The velvet pillow cushions his weight as he looks up at me, and I think my heart might actually stop. "You are my chaos and my peace. My greatest challenge and my deepest comfort. You are the melody that makes sense of all the noise."
He releases one of my hands to reach for something hidden behind the pillow. When he brings it forward, I actually gasp.
The burgundy velvet box opens to reveal the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. An emerald, deep green like his eyes, like the shirt he wore the first night we danced in the hallway, sits surrounded by a constellation of tiny diamonds that catch the fairy lights and throw them back in brilliant sparkles.
"Will you marry me?"
The words hang in the air between us, and for a moment the entire world goes silent. No traffic from the street beyond the park. No rustling of leaves overhead. No excited whispers from our audience of neighbors and friends. Just Ursak on his knee, looking up at me with his whole heart in his eyes, waiting for my answer.
"Yes." The word comes out as barely a whisper, but his face transforms instantly, relief and joy flooding his features. "Yes, of course, yes!"
I'm laughing and crying at the same time as he slips the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly, the emerald warm against my skin like it's been waiting for me all along. Ursak surges to his feet and sweeps me into his arms, spinning me around as cheers erupt from our audience.
When he sets me down, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him hard, tasting salt and joy and the promise of forever. The fairy lights spin overhead as he kisses me back, his hands tangled in my hair, and I think this might be what perfect feels like.
"How long have you been planning this?" I ask when we finally break apart, both of us breathing hard.
"Three months," he admits, grinning sheepishly. "Dex helped with the permits for the lights. Ms. Cavanaugh coordinated the neighbors. Jorge provided backup plans in case of rain."
I look around at our friends, all of them still recording and cheering, and feel overwhelming gratitude wash over me. "You conspired with my neighbors."
"Our neighbors," he corrects, and the word sends a fresh wave of tears down my cheeks. "They wanted to be here for this."
Ms. Cavanaugh approaches first, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "About time, you two," she says, pulling me into a surprisingly fierce hug. "I was starting to think we'd have to lock you in the laundry room until you figured it out."
The next few minutes are a blur of congratulations and hugs, everyone wanting to see the ring and hear the story. Jorge produces a bottle of champagne from somewhere—apparently this level of coordination included refreshments—and plastic cups appear as if by magic.
"To Maya and Ursak!" Dex shouts, raising his cup high. "To love that's loud enough to wake the neighbors!"
Everyone laughs and drinks, and I catch Ursak's eye over the rim of my cup. He's watching me with such tenderness that I have to look away or risk crying again.
"How did you know?" I ask him when the crowd finally starts to disperse, leaving us alone under the fairy lights. "My ring size, I mean."
He looks almost embarrassed. "I may have borrowed one of your rings while you were in the shower. For measurement purposes."
"You sneak." I punch his arm playfully, then examine the emerald again. It really is stunning, catching the light from every angle. "It's perfect. It's absolutely perfect."
"Like you," he murmurs, pulling me close again.
"I'm not perfect," I protest, but he silences me with a soft kiss.
"Perfect for me," he says against my lips. "Always perfect for me."
We stay in the park until the paper lanterns start to flicker out, just holding each other and talking about everything and nothing. The ring feels foreign on my finger, but in the best possible way as a tangible reminder that this is real, that this impossible love story is actually happening to me.
"What happens now?" I ask as we finally start walking home, fingers intertwined.
"Now we plan a wedding," Ursak says. "And argue about whether to serve traditional orc cuisine or stick with something more conventional."
I laugh, already imagining the debates we'll have over everything from flowers to music to venue. "I vote for a compromise. Half orc, half human. Like us."
