the evening had been enveloped in a tender warmness in celebration for spending three years together. simon had past relationships, as did you, but nobody was ever willing to navigate the complexities of his job and the distance it placed upon him and his partner. but when you stuck by his side he knew you were the one

you walked casually hand in hand along the beach. his suit jacket hanging loosely over your shoulders to keep the evening chill from your bare arms. you stood on the sea front, simons arms wrapped round your waist from behind, before one of his hands slipped into a pocket of his jacket assuming he was reaching for his smokes and lighter

a nervous exhale caught your attention away from the moonlight glistening on the rolling waves and towards simon who was now positioned on one knee holding a velvet ring box

‘luce… you’re the most treasured person in my life. i’d fight a hundred battles just to see your smile. will you be mine?… will you marry me?’

he murmured out his voice getting more audible with every word filled with love and conviction before opening the box revealing a glistening diamond engagement ring. praying to a god he didn’t believe in that you wanted this life as much as he did