Isaac stood before his parents' grave, the warmth of the sun kissing his skin as he spoke softly to the headstones. "Hi Mom, Hi Dad. Today is the big day," he began, his voice carrying a mix of nerves and excitement. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a light breeze ruffle the strands as if in response to his words. "I'm going to ask Quinn to marry me. I hope she says yes. What do you think?"
A gentle smile graced his lips as he imagined his parents' approval. "She will make a beautiful bride," he continued, his gaze drifting to the horizon. "I can't wait to marry her." He spoke with a quiet confidence, his heart filled with love and anticipation. "She's a little different from how you remember her, Mom, Dad. Her hair is blonde now, but her eyes are still the same mesmerizing shade of green. I could get lost in them forever."
"With her, nothing feels impossible," he mused, a sense of wonder evident in his voice. "Every day is an adventure, and I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world that a girl as amazing as her noticed me and trusted me with her heart."
As he spoke, his eyes softened with admiration. "She's incredibly intelligent, top of her class at Yale," he explained, a hint of pride coloring his words. "And she's only been there a year." He sighed, a mixture of admiration and humility evident in his tone. "Part of me wishes we could get married before we graduate, but I don't think it would be fair for her to have my last name on her university degree. After all, she's the one who's put in all the hard work."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the cemetery, Isaac closed his eyes briefly, feeling a sense of peace wash over him.
"I miss you," he whispered softly, his voice carrying a hint of longing as he knelt beside the tombstones, gently brushing away fallen leaves with a tender touch. "It's not that Sabrina or Mason aren't good parents, but sometimes, it's just not the same, you know? I'm afraid of forgetting about you—about Mom's soothing voice or Dad's terrible dad jokes. I don't ever want to forget how funny our movie nights were, or how Dad and I would stay out playing hockey until the stars filled the sky, and you'd scold us for letting the food get cold, Mom."
A gentle breeze swept through the cemetery, causing Isaac's dark hair to dance in its wake. He couldn't help but smile, feeling as though his parents were listening intently to his heartfelt words. "Your foundation is changing lives, Mom," he continued, his voice filled with pride. "The scholarships are allowing people to chase their dreams, no matter how outlandish they may seem. And you were right about Taylor... She's become an international sensation. Quinn and I went to one of her concerts this summer, and during 'Love Story,' I think she half expected me to drop down on one knee or something. But don't worry, she's still receiving support from the foundation, and I'm personally ensuring that your name remains associated with it."
"Well, I have to go. Quinn will be wondering where I am soon, and hopefully, the next time we visit, she'll be my fiancée. Wish me luck." As the evening sun bathed his face in a warm glow, he smiled softly. "That's all I needed. I love you," he placed a bouquet of delicate gardenias beside the headstones before bidding farewell to the tranquil setting.
"It's a really lovely night," Quinn murmured, her voice soft and warm as she walked alongside her boyfriend through the quaint streets of Faibrook. The night breeze was gentle, caressing their skin with its tender touch, and the soft glow of the streetlights added a serene ambiance to the surroundings. They had decided to take a leisurely stroll after a delightful dinner with their families and friends, savoring the peacefulness of their hometown under the starlit sky.
Isaac nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. Santana had assured him that everything was in place, that the surprise awaited them in the town square, he couldn't shake off the jitters that fluttered within him.
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The Story of Us - Quinn Fabray
Romance"Isaac?" He's grown, she noted. "Hey," he greets nonchalantly brushing sweaty brown curls off his forehead. He bends down slightly to bridge the gap between their heights. "You should look for a better quarterback; the current one is for lack of a b...
