Destiny was, and always would be, thankful for Karma.

When they met she'd been a serious student, spending a majority of her days in class, at work, or in the library. A fun night was reading in bed for the remaining few minutes of her day before falling asleep with the book discarded in her lap. She did not go out and have fun and she certainly did not have time for romance. Romance was the downfall of the studious and she had no time to be distracted. It was a lonely life, but she hardly considered it with her eyes firmly fixed on the prize.

She bumped into Karma by accident outside of the library and immediately found herself charmed by her easy air and the way she laughed. She was decked out in head to toe rainbow in a fashion much more ostentatious than her own muted style but there was something about her…Before she knew it she was being pulled down the street toward an arcade that she swore served pretty good pizza.

She panicked.

She was not the video game playing type and had not kept up on the latest titles. The first one she dragged her to was a dance game that Destiny looked embarrassed just standing near it. Her fearless companion simply hopped on and deposited enough money for the both of them and when she tried to protest it was met with. “Shut up. Just dance with me.”

So she did.

The first round was atrocious. She felt like an idiot compared to Karma’s skill and heard booing more often than the compliments that came from her new friend’s machine. The quarters kept coming, though, and soon she got into it. She was able to laugh at her own mistakes, enjoying the sound of it on top of the music. She had not laughed like that in what felt like months. And she kept finding reasons to laugh. The pizza tasted like cardboard and they were probably the only teenagers there but they drifted from one game to another talking and laughing and having a good time.

When the night was over she kissed her. She was helpless not to, entirely smitten. This girl was everything she never knew she always wanted and she knew that she couldn’t, wouldn’t, be without her for the rest of their lives. It took all of her self control not to call her the second she got home, and failed, and spent the rest of the night talking to her and barely felt what should have been deep fatigue the next day. She was too excited to be brought down by sleep. She had never wanted anything so much in all her life.

Which brought her to the ring in her hand. That date seemed to happen so long ago but the joy, the love, was still fresh every time she looked Karma’s way. Though her other half sometimes did things that drove her mad, like randomly changing the decor in their bar, she could not help but continue to fall a little more in love with her every day. She hoped, prayed, that this ring would show her how much. She would happily spend the rest of her life convincing Karma that she was worth marrying if she had to.

Maybe her girlfriend would never really know how thankful she was for her. In a lot of ways Karma saved her life. The least she could do was spend each day devoted to paying her back.