[Pfp is from a new card.]

He had planned this day for months.

The perfect location, the perfect time, the perfect date- the perfect ring.

However...

.

You cannot speak properly without your voice getting weak and raspy. Your entire body feels as if it has been boiled, stir-fried, and baked at the same time- and worst of all, you just... cannot move.

Well, darn it. His plan is foiled completely.

"Are you doing alright?" He asked quietly, his fingers brushing against your burning skin. I suppose this is the consequence of begging you to play in the rain with him, when you had no jacket. Dang it.

He still felt the ring box in his jacket pocket; if only he could have used it. There was a small expression of disappointment, mixed with irritation directed towards himself- however, you were not able to notice a single thing, with your blurry vision.

"I...I really don't like seeing you so unwell, you know? It's my fault. All of it." Cater's faltering voice reached your ears (yes, he was also worried that you were so severely sick, not just about the missed proposal)- you understood his worry, but was not aware that "all of it" included the impossible proposal that he had planned (because you did not know about it in the first place).

He felt his fingers clench around the ring box.