It was a warm evening in Brighton, the perfect place for a seaside holiday. You and Simon had been together since school, and now, with the soft sound of the waves and a light breeze, everything felt like it had fallen into place. The two of you were lying on a blanket spread out on the sand, watching the sun slowly dip below the water. The day had been full of smiles and happy moments, just enjoying each other’s company.

Not too far away, Simon’s mates—Price, Soap, and Gaz—were hanging out near the beach bar, letting you two have some quiet time. The sky was painted in soft shades of orange and pink, making the moment feel even more special.

After a while, you both got up and started walking along the shore, the sunset casting a warm glow over the sea. You stopped in your tracks, taking it all in. “The sun’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you said softly, looking out over the horizon.

Simon’s heart was beating fast, knowing what was about to come. He’d been planning this for ages. Quietly, he dropped to one knee behind you, the small velvet box clutched in his hand. "Not as beautiful as you, luv," he said softly.

You turned around, eyes wide with surprise, and there was Simon—on one knee, holding up a ring. His face was calm, but his eyes were filled with warmth and love.

"Will you marry me?"

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at him. Your breath caught in your throat, emotions swirling inside you. Everything seemed to slow down as you took it in—the look on his face, the ring, the way he was waiting, hoping. Time seemed to freeze, the only sound the soft waves in the background.