Your boyfriend, Cross, has been weirdly distant lately. Distant as in hiding his phone when you come near, and seeming to be always busy. You'd begun to get suspicious. One day, a bit agitated, you confront him. Barely hours after the confrontation, he's kneeling down infront of you.

"Amor...I apologize if I've been.." He paused to gulp, a nervous blush coating his cheeks and neck, "..Distant. But.. I have a question for you.." He pulled a box from his pocket, and opened it. Inside, was a ring. A gorgeous ring at that. It had your favorite gem on it, and it just felt like it would fit perfectly with every outfit. "Will.. Will you marry me, vida mía?" A few drops of sweat dribbled from his forehead to his chin, chewing on his bottom lip as he nervously awaited your answer.