𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 // 𝗖.𝗙

𝖥 𝖨 𝖦 𝖧 𝖳

"YOU'RE IT for me."

Conrad's voice was barely a whisper, lost in the vastness of the night sky that twinkled with a million distant suns.

They lay entwined on a soft blanket, the remnants of their picnic basket a silent testament to the hours they had spent together.

He wasn't looking at her, but at the stars, as if searching for answers or perhaps just losing himself in the beauty of the moment.

"I can't imagine my life going on without you. You're the one I want. Always."

Sylvia turned her head, her gaze tracing the sharp angles of Conrad's profile.

The moonlight painted him in silver, highlighting the intensity in his eyes, even though they were fixed on the heavens.

"You're it for me too." She replied, her voice soft as a summer breeze. "Always have been. My first and forever love."

A lifetime of shared glances, whispered secrets, and dreams lay embedded in those words.

Conrad shifted, turning to meet her gaze.

A nervous energy sparked in his eyes as he sat up, Sylvia mirroring his movement, her eyes never leaving his.

He reached into his pocket, retrieving a small velvet box.

Her breath hitched.

"Conrad." Sylvia's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

"It's not an engagement ring. At least, not yet." Conrad chuckled softly, the sound easing the tension in the air.

He flipped open the box, revealing a delicate ring—an infinity symbol crafted from gleaming silver, embedded with tiny, glittering diamonds that caught the starlight.

"This is me making you a promise. That no matter what life throws our way, I'll always belong to you. My heart will always belong to you. I will be there for you, through thick and thin. Our love will always be infinite."

Time seemed to stand still as their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. With infinite tenderness, Conrad took her left hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

He slid the ring onto her index finger, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin.

A small, genuine smile graced her lips as he cupped her cheek, his thumb gently caressing the curve of her lower lip.

Sylvia leaned into his touch, her eyes searching his. "Infinity. That's a long time, you know?"

A playful challenge laced her words, but her eyes held a depth of emotion that mirrored his own.

"Doesn't matter." He said, his voice thick with sincerity. "Because every moment with you is worth it."

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The squeak of sneakers on the polished gym floor fades into a dull echo as Sylvia steps back into the hallowed halls of her old high school.

The scent of old wood and lingering memories hung heavy in the air, each breath a nostalgic journey.

Her fingers trace the cool, smooth band of the ring on her left hand, a silent anchor in the sea of familiar faces.