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going to get through this
together, didn’t I?” Brent nodded. “You did.” Anna took his hand again, and
wrapped her fingers around his. “Would you like to get some food with me? I’m
absolutely starving.” Brent looked up at her and smiled. “I would love that.
Give me a few minutes to wrap up some loose ends, and I’ll meet you at your
car?” Anna nodded and patted his hand. “Take as long as you need.”
    Anna
looked up at the night sky as she leaned against her car door. It had gotten
pretty late, and she could feel her stomach begin to make noises. It was only a
few minutes until Brent came out of the door of the funeral home. She watched
him walk to her car intently. Even in as much pain as he was in now, he still
had a smile spread across his face. She admired his strength, his perseverance.
As she watched him get closer, she realized that she would do anything for this
man. She would hold him as long as he wanted, she would kiss his cheek and tell
him everything was going to be alright. Anna’s stomach did flips inside of her,
but this time it was not from hunger.
    They
drove to a 24-hour diner and sat down in a long booth. The restaurant was
largely empty, and they both ordered coffee and pancakes. “So how are you
holding up Brent?” Brent looked at her and gave a small smile. “A bit better
now that I’m with you.” Anna smiled as she reached across the table and put her
hand on his. “You had better get used to it. You’re not going to get rid of me
any time soon.” Brent smiled as the pancakes landed in front of them.
    They
both eagerly ate in silence for a few moments. Brent shared some stories about
his mother with Anna that he had never told anyone, and they even shared a few
modest laughs throughout the meal. “Anna... is it alright if I stay with you
tonight? I don’t really want to be alone tonight.” Anna smiled. “It’s like you
read my mind.”
    They
walked into Anna’s apartment and quickly stripped down to their underwear as
they slipped into bed. Brent’s back was facing Anna, and she wrapped her arm
around his waist. She thought that she heard him crying. “Are you alright
Brent?” Brent turned to face her, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “Yes,
I’m alright. Honestly, I’m just happy that I have you in my life. I love you.”
Anna blushed, but did not hesitate. “I love you too Brent.”
    The
two slept peacefully that night. There were no screams, no surprises. There was
only the gentle breath of two people who loved each other. Brent’s hand was
wrapped around Anna’s fingers the whole night. When they woke the next morning,
he leaned in and kissed her, waking her up.  “Have I ever told you how
beautiful you are?” Anna smiled at him. “Yes, you have. Repeatedly actually.”
Brent smiled as he kissed her again.

Epilogue
    B rent
and Anna spent that night, and many nights after that together. It would take
many weeks for Brent to overcome the events that led to his injury. Anna
learned how to comfort him when his dreams turned to nightmares, and Brent
never ran out of her apartment again. Instead, she would wrap her arms around
him until his breathing calmed. He would turn to her, tell her he loved her,
and fall back asleep.
    Business
picked up in the flower shop, and Brent helped to install new glass panes in
the greenhouse. For their first few months together, Brent would stop by with
lunch and they would eat together in the shop, laughing and telling stories.
Eventually, Brent simply started spending all day at the shop. He helped water
the flowers, helped fix any problems that arose, and even manned the cash
register a few days. He didn’t have the same experience that Anna did with the
plants, but he had that beautiful smile that seemed to endear any customer to
him.
    After
six months of working and essentially living with Anna, Brent popped the
question to her on a weekend trip to the country. They were sitting on the hood
of her car, looking up