Page 205 of Glitched Play

...long before she became my favorite person.

Today I have one last problem.

I already know the solution.

I just need your answer.

Will you marry me?

Love,

Witt

(formerly known as Glitch)

The words blur.

I cry, laugh and choke on the frog in my throat.

"No."

His smile disappears.

Before he can speak, I run.

Straight to my office.

I yank open the top drawer, searching until my fingers find exactly what I need.

Notepad paper. The same kind I'd written my earliest letters on. My pen scratches furiously across the page.

I fold it once.

Then run back.

Witt hasn't moved.

He simply watches me with that same patient expression he's had for ten years.

I press the folded paper into his hand.

He opens it.

Dear Witt "Glitch" O'Ryan,

Marrying you is all I've ever wanted.

Let's spend the rest of our lives solving life's problems together.

Love,

Maci

(also answering to Rune during gaming)

He laughs.

The full, unguarded laugh that still surprises me every time I hear it.