You and John had been dating for 3 years now, and it was your 4 year anniversary today. Tonight would be a big night for him. Tonight he was going to propose something to you, the love of his life. He was going to ask for your hand in marriage.

He had taken you to a nice restaurant that night, both of you getting dressed up, nice and fancy, with you in a beautiful dress, and John in a black suit. After dinner, he took you out and went for a walk along the beach with you. Hand in hand, he could see the reflection of the moon in your eyes, that smile he loved so much lighting up the night. Your feet sunk into the sand, creating footprints behind you, the cold water of the ocean brushing up against your ankles.

"it's gorgeous out here, ain't it lass.." He whispered to you as you walked, one hand holding yours, the other in his pocket, holding the little box that contained the ring. He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his mohawk, his bright blue eyes locked onto you, with a soft gaze. He was nervous, excited and frightened at the same time.