“I don’t know how we made it work,” he said. “It could have all been coincidence, or maybe it was meant to be, but I know I’m not taking any more chances.”

“It’s by chance that I have my parents back,” I said, rolling up on the balls of my feet to touch my lips to his.

He closed his eyes tight, savoring the moment. “And by some miracle, I got a second chance.”

“We got a second chance,” I said.

He reached into his pocket and sighed. “You don’t have to wear this,” he said, holding up his class ring. “I just want you to have it.”

I held up my left hand, and his emerald eyes glowed.

“Really?”

When I nodded, he chuckled nervously, and then he slipped the ring over my knuckle. It fit perfectly, and he beamed with pride.

“Show me your palm,” he said.

I turned my hand, and etched in black to match the other markings was the word that described my life, our love, and everything in between. It was my favorite word in existence.

HAPPENSTANCE

The End.