As the plane took off, I caught a glimpse of the illuminated words on a high tower below: [Happy Birthday, Alanna.]
Derick had declared his love to the entire city.
By now, he was probably proposing to her.
I smiled faintly. Derick, may we both get what we wish for.
When I landed with the sunrise, I pulled out my phone to call my brother, only to find my notifications flooded with missed calls and messages—all from Derick.
I thought his heart and mind would be entirely focused on Alanna. Why would he care about me anymore?
If I’m cutting ties, I’ll do it cleanly.
With that thought, I turned off my phone again and switched to the backup one I had prepared in advance.
Third Person's POV
Meanwhile, Derick held the ring Skye’d sent him through the deliveryman, his hands trembling.
His friends tried to console him, urging him not to waste any more time.
“Derick, take the ring and go!”
“Come on, man, stop shaking and hurry up!”
“Are you now having second thoughts about giving the ring to her?"
But despite their urging, Derick still stood frozen, staring at the ring.
Alanna noticed something was off and walked over, smiling as she linked her arm with his.