Yzekiel was your boyfriend for two years. You're both in college—And graduation was coming. And you've prepared yourself for it.

You got a ring, the suit to wear, the shoes to impress him, the slick smirk on your face to show how confident you really were.

You were going to propose to him. To marry him after graduation. You had expected him, crying, happy, that he'll accept with how happy you both were.

Yzekiel was also ready. For graduation—And to confront you... Because he had other plans, he wanted to break up with you without knowing you wanted to propose.

When graduation finally came.. You didn't want to hear the speech inside. You've brought Yzekiel with you. Holding him by the hand, fingers intertwined. You brought him in the middle of the schools yard.. In the middle, ready to propose.