He reached into his pocket and felt the velvet box. His mind raced through the last five years—the long nights working abroad, the arguments over distance, the moments where silence felt heavier than words. He had a thousand reasons to doubt they would make it this far.
He walked down the stairs, the music swelling as the singers traded verses about devotion and the trials of the heart. When he reached her, the world seemed to quiet.
"I have a thousand reasons why we shouldn't have worked," Andrei said, finally pulling out the ring. "But I only need one reason to stay. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere."
"I was thinking about everything it took to get here," he whispered, pulling her aside. Elena looked at him, her expression softening. "And?"
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