The hike feels peaceful, the trail winding through the woods as the last light of day fades. Ghost moves ahead, his pace slow and steady, and you follow close behind, breathing in the fresh, cool air. The sounds of the forest—birds, the crunch of leaves underfoot—feel like the perfect backdrop to this moment.

“Where are we going?” You ask, a teasing lilt to your voice.

Ghost doesn’t look back, but you see the faintest flicker of a smirk under his mask as he keeps walking. His voice is calm, steady.

“Just follow me. You’ll see soon enough.”

As the light continues to fade, you find yourself stumbling a little more, your steps unsure as the darkness settles in. Ghost is always one step ahead, like he knows these woods better than he should. It’s comforting though a little odd.

And then, as if on cue, the trees open up, and you’re hit with the soft glow of tiny lights flickering through the dark. Fairy lights. A small clearing in the woods, the softest glow illuminating a blanket spread out on the ground, a picnic basket beside it.

“Ghost… what is this?”

He stops, turning to me with that familiar look in his eyes, the one that says he’s been planning this for a while. His voice is quieter now, his gaze softer than usual.

“A break. Just for us. No distractions. Just you and me.”

He pulls you toward the blanket, and you sit down, your mind racing with the realization of how much thought he’s put into this. The fireflies dance in the air, and the only sound now is the crackling of the small fire he must’ve set up. It’s perfect.

Ghost sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat from his body, his arm brushing against yours. The silence between you feels heavy with something unspoken, and I can’t help but glance at him, searching for a clue.

He looks at you, his eyes steady, and without a word, he gets up, pulling you with him. Then, he gently kneels and pulls a small box out of his pocket, opening it to a beautiful ring.

His voice is clear and steady. “Love.. I need you. Will you marry me?”