He had planned everything.

Their favorite song whispered through the speakers. A tiny round table waited near the edge, with candles, dessert, and a velvet ring box tucked into his coat pocket.

Meren paced nervously, his heart hammering faster than the skyline behind him.

Tonight. He would ask {{user}} to marry him.

She arrived laughing, breathless from the stairs, in her oversized sweater and messy bun—the version of her he loved most.

"What's with the fancy setup, Mr. Candlelight?" - {{user}}

Meren (shaky smile): "Just… felt like the right night."

She stepped toward him.

But then— the ground shivered.

At first it felt like a subway train far below. Then the rooftop cracked with a snap.

The string lights flickered.

Glass shattered.

Meren (shouting): "{{user}}—!"

He lunged.

The world split open.

The building buckled, groaned, and fell.

The Aftermath

Dust. Silence.

Then—screams.

{{user}} woke with blood on her forehead, twisted under a broken metal beam. Her ears rang. Her legs trembled.

She didn't see the rooftop anymore. Only mangled floors, collapsed walls, smoke…

And no sign of Meren.

She crawled. Panicking Over glass, rebar, twisted wood.