Philip needed you. He didn’t know when it happened, but fuck did he love you. You were meant to be his and his alone.

You had the looks, he had the mansion. It was all roses dripping in diamonds sipping on champagne. Beauty and grace in white in his visions. He could practically see your wedding.

And so he planned to propose, tonight. He had your best friend take you to get your nails done the day before, and then your hair done this morning, but made sure you were told it was just a “girls day” out. And he had recruited the help of all your closest friends and or family.

So as you walked through a winding path through the woods, all dressed up, your best friend leading you, you were oblivious.

Oblivious that Philip stood in front of the sun as it slowly set on a cliffside, a beautiful trail of rose petals and candles illuminated the way straight to him. Clad in his suit, fidgeting with the ring box. Your friends and or family stood in behind some trees waiting to surprise you after you say yes.