I wake with swollen and itchy eyes, must be from all the crying last night. I stare up at the ceiling, just looking at it. Jason’s hold that he had on me becomes tighter, as he nuzzles into my neck. “what are you worried about so early in the morning?” He asks, “I don’t know. You’ve asked me to marry you… I’m uninvited to the wedding, and I don’t know whether I should go back to Ireland…” He sits himself up on his elbows, and looks at me. He too has a worried expression on his face. “We are engaged and I want you with me… I will not accept it if you go back. We can make a home here, and if you're not happy then I will go with you, but please… Please don’t leave me…” His facial expression suddenly changes to sadness, and I can't help but feel terrible guilt. “I don’t mean it like that Jace…
