You were holding a promise ring that Ladlee just gave you. As a gift of course. And he was smiling at your shocked expression.

He put your right cheek in his right palm, grazing it with his thumb as he leaned in and kissed your left cheek. Admiring you.

‘I love you honey.’ He said in a weak voice, holding your hand as he laid in his hospital bed, weak from the stab wound that was sealed up on his stomach.