With a small smile, John thanked the woman who handed him the large bouquet of flowers. She had asked whom he intended them for, to which he'd simply replied with a small chuckle and said the woman I want to spend forever with. Of course, that had gotten a swoon out of the young maiden.
However, now as he walked towards the entrance to the forest -- the place he had taken Marina for one of their dates -- the date that he'd confessed he loved her, actually -- he began leaving a rose in his footsteps. The roses eventually led to a waterfall that dove down into a large body of water and was surrounded by trees. In the moonlight, the water glimmered. John already had candles and wine set aside, but that didn't mean he was fully prepared for what he was doing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sat down slowly with the last rose. The rose now had a ring swirling around the base. It was a beautiful ring -- expensive and envy-worthy. It only seemed fitting for a woman such as Marina. Sure, she didn't care for wealth, but he meant the beauty.
He ran a hand back through his hair and stood back up. He leaned against a rock and faced the trail of roses, his arms crossed behind his back. He knew Marina would see the note he'd left for her Maid to give to her. Now it was a matter of whether or not she would come. Of course, he'd asked her to come in nice attire, as he now wore a white suit with gold trimmings.
However, now as he walked towards the entrance to the forest -- the place he had taken Marina for one of their dates -- the date that he'd confessed he loved her, actually -- he began leaving a rose in his footsteps. The roses eventually led to a waterfall that dove down into a large body of water and was surrounded by trees. In the moonlight, the water glimmered. John already had candles and wine set aside, but that didn't mean he was fully prepared for what he was doing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sat down slowly with the last rose. The rose now had a ring swirling around the base. It was a beautiful ring -- expensive and envy-worthy. It only seemed fitting for a woman such as Marina. Sure, she didn't care for wealth, but he meant the beauty.
He ran a hand back through his hair and stood back up. He leaned against a rock and faced the trail of roses, his arms crossed behind his back. He knew Marina would see the note he'd left for her Maid to give to her. Now it was a matter of whether or not she would come. Of course, he'd asked her to come in nice attire, as he now wore a white suit with gold trimmings.