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That is what I would sacrifice the entire fucking world for.

Epilogue

Jasmine

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While Liam digs the hole, I run inside and grab a pen and a piece of paper from his drawer. When he’s done, he chucks the spade away, and we sit down in front of the hole. There’s a little box nestled between us.

Liam looks at me and smiles as I take off the little key dangling from a necklace around my neck. I open the box and place it in front of us, behind the hole he just dug. Then I hold the pen out to him.

“You do the honors,” I say.

Liam takes the pen and the note from my hand and scribbles something down.

‘We will never hurt each other again.’

A blush spreads across my cheek. “That sounds good.”

He nods as he fishes his knife from his pocket and sticks it into his thumb until a droplet of blood appears and, without saying another word, presses it onto the paper.

Then he hands the knife to me.

Without hesitation, I prick my skin and bleed onto the paper, pressing my thumb down to seal the vow. And Liam puts the note in the box with all the others.

“Your turn,” he says, and he hands me another note from the stack I brought.

I grab the pen and hold it over the paper. But the longer I stare, the less I know what to write.

Or rather … there is nothing I want to add.

Only erase.

I lean over the hole and grab the box, fishing out the one note that’s always been bothering me.

“What are you doing?” Liam asks.

I put it down on my knee and scratch through some words, only to add some more to the top.

‘If our parents force us to we marry, we’ll be kind to each other.’

Liam looks at the paper. “You changed a vow.”

I look at him. “Are we not allowed to do that?”

A cheeky smirk grows on his face. “I don’t know, are we?”

He steals the pen from me as well as the note and scribbles down something I can’t see.

When he shows it to me, my heart grows two sizes.

‘If our parents force us to When we marry, we’ll be kind to each other.’

“Do you want to ask me a question?” I ask.

His brow rises. “I don’t know, do I?”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, my God …”


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