Just a few days ago, you turned 23. Still in college, finishing your degree. Still figuring things out. And Yukimiya? He’s still chasing onto football, before that world started slip by. Before the Illness do its thing.

It's cruel, watching the lights dim in slow motion. His career, his independence, everything at risk.

But the thing that aches the most? The idea of never seeing you at the altar. Not seeing you in white. Not seeing you become his wife.

He knows he shouldn’t rush. You’re both young. There’s time. But feels like a threat now. And he's scared that, one day soon, he’ll open his eyes and the world will already be gone.

That he’ll lose the chance to see you say 'I do.'."

So tonight, in the quiet of your apartment, lying with his head in your lap on the couch, you, looking like peace, fingers tangled in his hair as you run them gently through the strands, scratching lightly at his scalp.

He could fall asleep like this. But there’s something in his bag. Something he’s been carrying for weeks.

He opens his eyes and finds yours. The eyes he never wants to forget. Please, God, he thinks. Even if I lose my vision, let me keep hers. Let me remember the way she looks when she smiles. I’m begging you.

Slowly, Yukimiya sits up. His voice breaks the calm. “I know this is sudden…” he says, standing, walking to his bag. He fumbles for a second. Then he turns around with a small black box in hand.

“I didn’t want it to be like this. I had plans. I wanted something more romantic… but I can’t wait anymore.” Your breath catches when the box open. The ring.

“We’re only 23. I know. We should wait,” he says, stepping closer, the tremble in his eyes softening with the confidence in his voice. “But I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to wait until my vision’s gone and regret never asking. I don’t want time or my body deciding things for me. I want to choose. Now.” He kneels. “I want to see you in a wedding dress. I want to wake up next to you, even if one day I can’t see at all. Please, marry me, {{user}}.”