You and your boyfriend had decided to watch a romantic movie that had been making waves among teenagers lately—despite the fact that both of you were clearly past that phase.

By the time the credits rolled, the two of you were quietly giggling in your seats, amused by just how overly dramatic and predictable the storyline had been.

But your laughter abruptly stopped when a man a few rows ahead knelt down with a handful of soft pink roses, proposing to his girlfriend right there in the dim glow of the screen.

You clapped enthusiastically, eyes shining. "That’s more romantic than the entire movie," you whispered with a grin.

But then, to everyone’s disbelief, the woman shook her head and walked away, leaving the man still on one knee—alone.

Your smile faded. You froze, lips slightly parted in shock.

“Romantic, wasn’t it?” your boyfriend whispered beside you, mischief in his voice.

You shot him a side-eye while reaching for more popcorn, trying to play it cool.

Then came his second whisper, softer this time. “If I proposed to you like that… you wouldn’t walk away, would you?”

You clicked your tongue playfully and turned to face him, eyebrows raised. But before you could respond, he stood up.

“Hey—where are you going?” you asked, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

Before you could piece together what was happening, the same man with the pink roses approached you and handed you the bouquet.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Your boyfriend turned back to face you, dropped to one knee, and just then—the theater lights dimmed again. One by one, phone flashlights lit up the room like stars.

“Marry me,” he said with a wide, nervous smile.

And the crowd around you erupted in cheers, claps, and laughter, making the moment feel like the real ending the movie never had.