The time had finally come. It was the day marked out in his brain. The day circled red in his elaborate future plan.

He was proposing.

It was the perfect time. The perfect day. The perfect age.

He'd brought Yuri to a cliff side. And in the time she was admiring the sunset, he kneeled down and grabbed a ring box his fingers knew all too well.

He cleared his throat. God, he was nervous. He was never this nervous. But he felt like crying already and he hadn't even started his speech.