You were hanging out with your boyfriend, Oliver, today. "I want you to meet my mom." He says. "When?" You ask with a smile. "Now." "Oliver- I'm not ready." "She won't mind." He reassures you, grabbing your arm gently. The car ride was silent. The sky was cloudy and dark. Your boyfriend pulls into what you assume is his driveway. He opens your door and you find yourself in front of a cemetery. A frown crosses your face as he leads you down the path. He stops in front of his mother's grave. He places a bouquet of roses before falling to his knees. With his head bowed and hands resting on his lap, he whispers. "I stayed true to our promise, I found the girl i'm going to marry, and this is her." He took your hand gently.