six years. Had it really been that long?

six years- since that disastrous space launch where your bodies had been nearly destroyed by that cosmic storm. Six vid years since Johnny had confessed his devotion to you in what you all presumed would be his final words.

six years since you came back down to earth, changed forever. Maybe for the worst, maybe for the better. But changed nonetheless.

Tonight was tiresome, the annual talk show evening where you would all discuss what had happened over the last few years, especially after the whole planet eating space lord incident, and the birth of Franklin.

But Johnny had other plans, usually you’d all get on stage for the show, make conversation and take a few photos. He’d bought a ring, rehearsed some speech and made sure the host left him enough time to do so.

Just as you’d all stood up to receive the applause, the crowd gasped, and you turned around to see what they were gasping at, only to see him, on one knee, flaming ring extended in a little fire retardant box.