Today was Valentine’s Day, and Nate had planned everything down to the last detail. After two wonderful years together, he wanted to surprise his partner, {{user}}, with a date worthy of the love they’d shared. He imagined laughter echoing through candlelit streets, warm hands held tightly, and a perfect evening carved into memory.

But fate had other plans.

As they stepped out, dark clouds rolled in like an omen, and within minutes, the sky opened up. Rain poured relentlessly, drenching them both before they could find shelter. The bouquet of roses, once vibrant and proud, sagged in his arms, petals falling like tiny, defeated hearts. The box of chocolates he clutched was now soggy and ruined, the red ribbon clinging limply to the box like a shipwrecked sail.

Nate stood there in the downpour, shoulders heavy, hair plastered to his forehead. He glanced at {{user}}, water running down both their faces—though whether it was rain or something more, he couldn't tell.

“That was dumb,” he muttered, more to the ground than to anyone else, eyes flicking away, embarrassed by the failure of his grand gesture.