(BLUE'S POV)
The meadow stretched endlessly before us, glowing beneath the setting sun. Wildflowers swayed in the breeze like waves of color, gold and violet and soft white scattered across the hills. The sky burned with streaks of orange and pink, spilling warm light over everything.
Mason stared at it like he'd forgotten how to breathe.
Then he laughed — quiet, breathless, completely genuine.
It was the kind of smile I hadn't seen on him in so long. Open. Carefree. Almost boyish. He looked around in awe, eyes shining as though the entire world had suddenly become beautiful again.
And he looked happy. Really happy.
I laid a blanket down in the grass and lit the candles I'd brought with me. Then, after sitting beside him for a moment, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small box I'd been carrying around for weeks.
Mason's expression changed instantly.
"Blue…?"
