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Jesus gets down on one knee, tears glistening in his blue orbs (this is white christian headcanon jesus), as he pulls a velvet box out from under his robe.
“Oh my Gosh..” Y/N exclaimed, realizing what was happening in this moment.
In this Restaurant.
At this table.
In this Smothered Goose.
Before Jesus could even open the box, Y/N wrapped him into a tight hug, tears running down his cheek, as she whispered
“Yes.”
The Goose watched from his window into the dining area from the kitchen. He looked down at his phone again, another meaningless fling he had met on tinder trying to build a relationship from nothing. The Goose shut his phone off, throwing it into the fryer. He didn’t need an online fling. He needed Jesus. Tears streamed down his face, not for the same reason that Y/N and Jesus were crying. These tears were for what could’ve been. These tears were for the moments he’d never experience. Jesus was everything to him. Even after they had parted ways, Jesus was plastered in his mind. The Goose saw him everywhere. In the complimentary robes that came with most hotel visits, in the Birkenstocks on the shelf at DSW, in the hair of granola rock climbing men who seldom wash. And yet, the Goose had thrown it all away for some pixels on a screen.
Just then, at that moment, The Goose glanced out onto the dining room, maybe out of morbid curiosity, or maybe because he believed it was what he deserved. He was looking back. Jesus was looking back! Did he care? Would he break things off- No. It’s foolish to hope. But just as their eyes met, everything felt right. The Goose, momentarily, made believe that nothing in the world was wrong, because Jesus’s blue orbs were meeting his.