The Tragedy of Felix and Jake: A Forbidden Standalone Romance

Today, I am eight hundred and twenty-seven days sober.
My name is Jake Tully and I’m an addict. And I’ll always be an addict. I’ll never beat this.
But I’ll keep going to meetings, and I’ll talk to my sponsor (who I’m going to ask to marry me), and I’ll fight this until I win.
We are going to win.

“You love me how I’ve always wanted to be loved. You make up for all those years, Jake.” He kisses me. “And I’d still say yes. Just saying.”
“I’m not proposing to you in a cemetery.”
“Technically, we’re in the parking lot surrounding the cemetery.”
“It’s still fucking creepy.”
“Creepy or romantic.”
“Creepy.”
“Or—

“Everything you’d be losing. Like getting married?”
“Sure.” He clears his throat and drops his hands too quickly as he looks anywhere but my face. “If that’s something you want to do… I’d be okay with whatever. We don’t have to let everyone know I’m yours or wear matching rings to signify our love and commitment. I’ll get over wanting something official like that and becoming a real family. It’s not a big deal. Just my greatest dream.”
I smirk. “Your greatest dream, huh.”
“I can have other dreams. It’s fine.”
“So I shouldn’t ask you to marry me then?”
His head jerks and we lock eyes. “Yes, you fucking should. Did you just ask me?”
“No. We’re at a cemetery…”