You and Simon had been together for almost five years now—the best years of your lives. After some planning, you both decided to head out for a winter weekend getaway, just the two of you.

After settling in at the cabin, Simon stepped out onto the porch for a smoke, rubbing his hands together as the cold air hit him before realising he’d only brought out his cigarettes. He glanced back at the window where you were inside, fiddling with the fireplace. With a grin, he shouted through the glass, “Hey, you mind grabbing my lighter? It’s in my jacket.”

His jacket hung by the door, carrying the familiar scent of smoke and his cologne. You slipped your hands into the pockets, feeling the usual mix of receipts and coins, and then—something different. Your fingers brushed against a small, velvet box. You pulled it out, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the ring inside.

“Hey, bring me my jacket, will ya?” Simon’s voice broke through your thoughts, calling from the porch. It snapped you back to the moment, and you slipped the box back into the pocket, feeling the weight of it against your fingers.