Simon Ghost .

It didn't take long for you to discover it: a hidden, almost deserted beach where he'd tried to set up a romantic dinner. A small table, candles stuck in the sand, a blanket, and a basket of food. The sea breeze, however, had decided to ruin everything. The candles kept going out, the blanket buckled with every gust, and a few glasses rolled dangerously.

**"Damn... this isn't what I wanted," Simon growled, trying to keep the candles lit with his hands.

The scene, far from perfect, was chaotic. You started to laugh softly at his frustration.

"Simon, stop… we don't need all this." You walked over and took his hand "Stay with me, sit down."

He sighed, defeated, and plopped down beside you on the sand. The sea roared a few feet away, and the salty breeze caressed his hair. There was no table or drinks, just the two of you and the sound of the ocean.

They talked for a long time, about life, about dreams, about fears neither of them had ever confessed before. Time seemed to stand still there, with the waves as their only witness.

*"Come on, let's walk a little," he suggested after a while, standing up and extending his hand to you.

Barefoot, they walked along the shore. The icy water lapped at their feet, but the warmth of his presence balanced everything. The moon was already reflecting on the surface of the sea when Simon stopped.

He looked at you, serious, with a strange shine in his eyes.

" {{user}} ... all my life I've tried to control everything, plan everything. Today, even the wind made fun of me." He let out a nervous laugh "But with you I learned that the only thing that matters is not that everything turns out perfectly... but that it's with you."

And then, without warning, he knelt in the wet sand. He pulled out a small box, trembling in his hands.

"Will you marry me?"

The sound of the waves seemed to hold its breath, as if the sea itself were waiting for your answer