I’ve been in love with Rachael since we were kids and, for a time, I called her mine. But that was twelve years ago. 

 

I broke her heart, but I had my reasons. Reasons I couldn’t share with her. 

 

I tell myself her hatred of me this past decade is a good sign. It means she still feels something, even if it is disdain. 

 

Now, we’re in Vegas stuck in an elevator during a blackout, just the two of us and a bag of vibrating glow in the dark bachelorette party favors. She’s scared to death and I can’t help but think this may just be the opportunity of a lifetime with the woman I’ve never stopped loving. 

 

Could our time alone in the dark allow us to push past years of heartbreak, hatred, and secrets?

 

Could I really be so lucky?