The box seemed to slip between his fingers as Ralph fumbled for it, unable to focus on anything for longer than a second. Miranda! The ring! Really being married! You-Know-Who gone! Breathing free! Miranda--- the loop continued, new spastic thoughts pushing themselves in every few moments. But they always went back to her, of course Miranda was always on his mind. Ralph began to shake, his mouth wide open as she began to speak to him before he had the chance.
"Really?" Ralph blurted stupidly, his mouth once again moving quicker than his brain. Of course she was going to say yes, not only had he just asked her ten minutes ago, but this time around it was different, it felt better, more natural because this wasn't forced. He shook his head with a loud laugh, mouth split wide open. "Forget-- that---" he spoke jerkily, his head shaking still.
Just as he was going to put the ring on her finger, Ralph stopped for a moment. Wait-- wait, if they were going to do this right! Miranda deserved it! She definitely deserved more, but this was a good start. "Hold on---" Ralph rushed, disconnecting himself from her completely to go down on one knee.
"Miranda Dasiy Dodderidge," Ralph spoke surprisingly in a calm manner toward her, despite his wicked wide grin across his face. He had no idea how he was managing to stay balance on the ground now, it felt like the entire world was on acid. "Will you marry me?"
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