The Eyes of a Fallen Angel

I do as told, and meet Andy at the car as soon as I'm ready. He walks over to me, slowly puts the blindfold on and helps me into the car.
We drove for what felt like forever, until about three real hours after we started, we come to a stop. "We're here" Andy says as he jumps out of the car to help me.
"Walk with me this way" he says as he takes my hand in his, leading the way with my blindfold still on.
We walk for ten minutes, before i can feel long, soft things all around me, reaching my knees.
Andy stops, and turns around to face me. As he takes my blindfold off, I look around and all I see is... flowers. To be exact, millions and millions of White roses. "oh my go... Andy its beautiful" i stutter the words out.
He lets out a small laugh, and possibly a sigh of relief.
"If you look" He turns my body about 130 degrees "This way, you'll see field after field, exactly like this one of every colour rose." And he wasn't lying, everywhere within my sight i saw fields of different coloured roses. White, red, pink, yellow and the list went on and on. "Of course some have been modified to mantain the colour" he explains, in a sort of apologetic tone.
"I don't care about that Andy! Its all beautiful"
He walks over to me, and as we walk through the field, he begins to explain their origin.
"So once there was this guy who met a girl and he fell in love with her..." It didn't take long for me to zone out. But why would I zone out you ask? Well this rose, this one particular rose, looked identical to the rest of course, but as an individual flower, looked completely different. I dont know what it is, or why its that rose, but i can't help but relate my whole life to this on flower. I am a human, Im a girl, and metaphorically, i look like every other person... yet no matter where i am, who im with or what i'm doing, I always feel... different. Like i stand out in a way. I've never felt that i stood out to a person like this flower stood out to me, but i just always spent my life feeling, different. And this theory of mine led me to wonder if this is the point of these fields.. that you magically have a realisation of your life, and that you can reflect and change blah blah blah... which in turn led me to relate that one different flower, to my life choices of cutting.
"And so, he spent his life planting these fields. The white one, to symbolise the colour of his wife's wedding dress she was wearing on the day she died" What. Wow i missed a lot. My face dropped. "His wife died on their wedding day?" i asked.
"Yeah... She was shot at random.... which is why the next field is red... i explained this babe. Are you okay?" Andy asks, with his arms around me, and his eyes searching me over for any problems.
"oh. Yeah im fine.. sorry"
he took my hand, and off we were to the next field..

It took about 4 hours to get through all of the fields. And finally, we ended up in a plain old green grass field. Throughout the walk i thought i'd figured out Andys plan, that he was secretly going to pick a rose in each field and present me with a bouquet or something, but a green field has completely thrown that idea away. "People have kept maintaining these fields for years because, at the end of it, each field represents a colour that you'd see on a fake diamond" Andy goes on to explain. Why is he talking about diamonds?
"In bright light, a fake diamond will make a rainbow.." He begins to stutter his words. What the hell is going on with Andy? this isn't like him at all... I naturally begin to worry.
"This one however, won;t, as its real" He says as he pulls out a diamond ring.
Is this what i think it is? No, it cant be? No one would ever chose me. This can't be what i think it is... can it?
"And i want you to have it, as a wife would have a diamond on a wedding day... so, Miss Kassy Evans, will you marry me?"
Andy Biersack, lead singer of Black veil brides, random man i met in a bar who punched out a guy, Man who practically saved me from myself, the man who was there when i had no where to go, the man who fixed me when i needed fixing, the man who helped me when i needed help, the man who loved me when i needed love... has just asked me to marry him.
I am consumed with shock, and I can see the fear building up in Andy's eyes.
"Um, Kassy, look im sorry if this is too fast and everything, but i Love you, not like i've ever loved before, this is a lot more, and to save me the embarrassment and to make me the happiest man, I'd be really happy if you said yes right about now..."
Shit i still haven't replied.
I think it over. I'm young, I'm a runaway. I'm an ex cutter. I'm the one no one ever wanted, but most of all i'm the one Andy wants... And for the first time, my inner goddess is honest with herself, there is no where she would rather be for the rest of her life, than in the arms of this man.
"Mr. Biersack it would be me honor."
And with that, I receive a delicate kiss my soon to be husband.

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