He knelt before her and slipped the golden box out from his back pocket, opening it slowly. A diamond ring lay nested within the red velvet – delicate, perfect.
She began to cry. Tears as rivulets flowed down her reddened cheeks.
Whilst she longed to grab him passionately, say yes and live a happily ever after fantasy, she turned away from him. He wasn’t hers; would never be hers. His heart would always belong to another.
She didn’t look back. She ran forward into the past, towards the one who truly loved her.
Jane Sandford 