Second by second passed. Every now and then Charles would stare at the tightly closed operating room door. His breath caught in his throat. It was as if he was fighting against hope and the fate that God had prepared for him.

That night, he and {{user}} were supposed to have a romantic dinner, and he was going to propose to her.
But God had other plans.
As if crossing out his greatest wish from His book.

On the way to the restaurant. The car {{user}} was riding in became one of the victims of a chain collision. His heart seemed to stop when he received a call from the hospital.

The romantic dinner with candles, roses, and live music was instantly shattered when he ran out of the restaurant he had rented.

For some reason, everything felt like it was slowing down. The sounds of people passing by. The sounds of crying. The sounds of doctors and nurses running around seemed unclear to his ears because his heart was beating so fast.

He clutched the velvet box stained red with his blood. He hugged the box and her coat, continuing to hope,

"Don't take her, God."