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Wednesday Adamus P.O.V.

It seems our journey has finally come to an end after we defeated the Demon King. Right now, Y/n and I are walking in the street as she plans to buy me a reward for defeating the Demon King.

Given that it was just the two of us, we continued our exploration of the stalls and merchants along the street. The thoroughfare was alive with activity, and the savoury smells of roasted meats and sugary confections filled the air. Children darted past us, their carefree laughter and playful tag games creating an air of merriment, transforming the scene into something reminiscent of a lively festival. Enid and Yoko, meanwhile, were engaged in their own pursuits.

I glanced towards Y/n, noticing her scanning the stalls with a thoughtful expression.

Y/n, being the sociable person she is, seemed right in her element as she browsed the stalls and chatted with the traders.

Her smile widened as she stopped in front of a particularly colorful stall, her eyes fixed on a array of trinkets and jewelry.

"Hey, Wednesday," she said, glancing over at me. "Come take a look at this. See anything you like?"

I moved to join Y/n at the stall, examining the assortment of trinkets, jewelry and miscellaneous items on display. The baubles on the table glistened in the sunlight, their hues as vibrant and diverse as a spectrum of colors.

I didn't need anything material to be happy, but Y/n was clearly enjoying the process of browsing for a gift for me. So I indulgently scanned the items with a neutral expression.

"No," I answered simply, not seeing anything of interest.

Y/n chuckled, not surprised by my response. "I figured as much," she said, her tone resigned. "You never were one for material things."

Y/n redirected her focus to the stall, her eyes skimming over the array of luminous trinkets on display. She examined each item meticulously, picking them up and then setting them aside with a shake of her head.

She then moved to another stall, and I dutifully followed.

For whatever reason, her unwavering resolve to find a suitable present for me was oddly endearing.

I watched as she persistently sought out the perfect gift, her dedication almost comical. Although I harbored a general indifference towards materialistic possessions, I found myself silently amused

Having observed her dismiss several items, I couldn't help but offer a remark. "You are aware that you are not obligated to purchase anything for me, correct?" I inquired, my voice betraying a trace of amusement.

Y/n glanced over at me and responded with a playful grin.

"I know that," she said, mock offense in her tone. "But I 'want' to get you something. You deserve it after all we've been through."

She redirected her attention to the stall, her eyes once again sweeping over the merchandise on display. This time, her expression was more earnest, as if she was fixated on finding something worthy enough to be bestowed upon me.

A slight eye roll escaped me, accompanied by an repressed smile. Y/n’s steadfast determination could be both endearing and infuriating.

As she persisted in her quest, her expression growing more and more concentrated, I pondered what it might be that she was searching for. Something practical? Something sentimental? Or perhaps something entirely random. With her, it could be any number of things.

We proceeded to another stall as she continued her search, sighing in frustration. “Wednesday,” she said, “You can choose whatever you like.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden offer. "Are you sure?"

Y/n nodded, clearly tired of searching. "Yes, go on. Choose anything you like."

I took a moment to consider her offer. It was unusual for me to choose a gift, but if Y/n wanted to end this futile hunt, I wasn’t about to argue.

I turned my gaze towards the stalls, looking for something but I just pick it up randomly.

"That was quick, you should put more thought into it." She replied with a pout.

I couldn't help but smirk at her pout, knowing how much she wanted me to pick something ‘perfect’. “I don’t need more thought,” I replied dryly. “This is fine.”

I held up the ring for her to see. It was a simple silver ring, plain and unadorned. It didn’t have any jewels, but it has a flower called lotus, but it was sturdy and well-made.

Y/n studied the ring, her pout transforming into a look of surprised look in her face before she smile.

I raised an eyebrow at her reaction. "What?" I asked, my voice slightly defensive.

Y/n just chuckled and shook her head. "Nothing," she said, a gentle smile purse in her lips while she stare at the ring as holding it.

We started to walk, after y/n's pay the ring towards the old lady.

As we walked, I couldn't help but glance at Y/n, still confused by her reaction to the ring. It was an ordinary thing to me, nothing special. But her smile suggested there was something more to it.

"Why do you look so pleased?" I asked, my voice betraying a little curiosity.

"It's nothing," she replied softly, her gaze fixed on the ring as we continued to walk.

"Wednesday," she called this time, causing me to expect her to hand it back.

"Thank you," I replied, but then, as if in slow motion, she stepped forward and knelt before me, gently taking my hand in hers as we stood Infront of the clock tower.

With a soft smile, she then proceeded to slide the ring onto my ring finger.

I watched, stunned into silence, as she slipped the ring onto my finger.

For a moment, I simply stared at the ring, now a part of me. I wasn’t one for sentimental gestures, but this felt...different.

I looked down at Y/n, still kneeling before me, her smile unwavering.

"What are you doing?" I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n smiled up at me, her eyes glimmering. Her answer was simple, but it held a weight that echoed in my chest.

"This ring," she said, her voice soft but steady, "Is a symbol. A symbol of our journey together."

She took my hand in both of hers, her fingers gently tracing the band of the ring.

"It's a symbol," she continued, her gaze never breaking from mine, "of what we've been through and what we’ve achieved. But most of all, it's a symbol of my promise to you."

Her actions had left me befuddled and her words sent a flutter of unfamiliar emotions coursing through me.

"Do you promise?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

Y/n responded with a resolute nod, her smile swelling with sincerity.

"Yes," she confirmed, "A promise that no matter what trials the future holds, I will remain at your side."

"But our groups will disperse after we defeat the Demon King," I reminded her. "In fifty years, I will set out on a journey alone. Will you still be waiting for me here when I return?"

Y/n nodded, her expression serious. "I am aware," she murmured softly. "However, it simply means that we must savor the time we have together to the fullest."

She gently squeezed my hand, not releasing her grip just yet. "And when your journey is complete and you return, I will be right here, steadfastly waiting for you."

There was a twinge of unease in my heart as her words settled in my mind. Fifty years was a considerable span for humans, and the possibilities of what could transpire within that timeframe were vast. For me, however, 50 years was merely equivalent to a handful of months - a stark difference in our respective lifespans.

"What if...you change your mind?" I voiced the thought that had been lingering in the back of my mind since she knelt before me.

Y/n shook her head, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "I won't," she replied, her voice firm.

She squeezed my hand more tightly. "I promise you, Wednesday," she said, her gaze burning into mine. "I will wait for you. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you to come back to me."

I held her gaze, searching her eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

There was none.

I realized then that Y/n's commitment to me was as real and true as the ring on my finger. She wasn't just making a promise in the heat of the moment. She truly meant it.

I opened my mouth, my mind whirling to find a response, but no words came. Instead, I just continued to grip her hand, her declaration echoing in my heart.

Y/n seemed to understand my silence. She didn't push for an immediate response. She just held my gaze, her expression patient and understanding.

We stood there in the shadow of the clock tower, surrounded by the bustle of the city, yet somehow it felt like we were in our own private world.

The ring on my finger, Y/n's promise, her declaration of love... All of it combined was almost too much for me to process. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

Yet, as I stared into Y/n's eyes, I realized that I didn't want to experience it with anyone else.

"You have utterly surprised me," I finally managed to find my voice, my words escaping in a softer tone than I had intended.

Y/n merely smiled in return, a slightly crooked but still warm smile gracing her features. "That was my intention," she replied, "I derive pleasure from catching you off guard."

I found myself unable to suppress the small, involuntary smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. This woman was undoubtedly capable of being my undoing, and strangely enough, I found myself oddly drawn to that fact.

Next soon... Part 2

A/n: hope you guys did enjoy reading my story ✨