At first, Jenna didn’t notice anything unusual. Divers often entered to feed the animals or clean the tank. But then one diver broke away from the others and swam directly toward her.
He stopped right in front of the glass.
Kneeling on the sandy bottom, he unrolled a waterproof sign.
WILL YOU MARRY ME?
Jenna’s breath hitched. Her hands flew to her mouth. Tears flooded instantly, hot and unstoppable.
The diver lifted his mask.
It was Alex.
Her Alex.
Her body shook with sobs—not from illness, but from something she hadn’t felt in months:
Hope.
He pressed his hand to the glass, smiling through the bubbles.
Jenna leaned forward, her forehead hitting the cool glass, her hands trembling as she mouthed the words he had waited months to hear:
The aquarium staff cheered behind her. Families watching the tank clapped. A child somewhere yelled, “SAY YES AGAIN!”
Alex stayed underwater for a few seconds longer, just looking at her—this girl he loved so fiercely he’d learned to breathe underwater for her.
When he emerged from the tank, dripping and shaking, Jenna reached out her hands. He kneeled beside her wheelchair as she sobbed into his shoulder.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered.
“For you? Always,” he whispered back.
