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Sawyer could feel his face grow hot as he looked away. For a brief moment, he considered backing out.
But no, he had to do this. He'd never forgive himself if he didn't.
Taking a deep breath, he shoved his arm out, holding a bouquet of roses. "Azrael, I'm in love with you!"
His whole body was trembling. Was it noticeable? And his heart! It was beating so loud! Could Azrael hear it? Sawyer tried to rationalize with himself that the last part was unlikely. It didn't stop the thundering drumbeat in his head.
Slowly, Azrael reached for the bouquet, his hand grazing Sawyer's as he took it. Sawyer let his arm fall to his side, surprised that he didn't drop the bouquet from the brush of the glove. He looked down at his own hand and felt his face getting warmer from the memory, then snuck a glance at Azrael.
Azrael was silently inspecting the flowers, gently touching the petals.
He opened his mouth and slammed the bouquet into his face, eating the entire thing and dropped the wrapper on the ground when he was done.
"Cool beans," Azrael said, then turned around and walked away.
Sawyer couldn't move from where he stood. All he could do was watch the love of his life disappear into the night.