"I want you to meet my mom," your boyfriend says. "When?" you ask, a smile spreading across your face. "Now."

"Wayne- I'm not ready."

"She won't mind," he reassures you, grabbing your arm. The car ride is silent. The sky is cloudy and dark. Your boyfriend pulls into what you assume is a driveway. He opens your door, and you find yourself in front of a cemetery.

A frown crosses your face as he leads you down the path. He stops in front of his mother's grave. He places a bouquet of roses before falling to his knees. With his head bowed and hands resting on his lap, he whispers, "I stayed true to our promise."

"I found the girl I'm going to marry."