Stepping out from the large, ancient building that homed the library she noticed a man holding an umbrella.
Grinning, she hurried over to him and he, lost in his own little world did not notice her until she had stepped underneath it.
"Hello dear."
"Afternoon darling, you ready to head off?"
"I am indeed, are you going to tell me where we're headed?"
They started to walk and he smiled knowingly.
"Now that would ruin the surprise."
They stopped at a crossing and he wrapped the arm that was holding the umbrella around her waist, scattering raindrops down his right sleeve but he did not seem to mind, and he bent his head slightly to press his lips against her temple. He was tall, even when she was wearing her heels he had a good few inches on her. She tilted her chin towards him and smiled. It was almost comical how similar they were, both tall, in woollen trench coats with buttons that were golden in colour, dressed eccentrically and wearing thick, blue rimmed glasses- though hers were cat eye frames and his were not. Their lips met for a brief moment before the man on the lights switched from green to red and they stepped off the pavement in unison, his arm still wrapped around her. The rain was coming down heavily but they seemed to glow in one another's presence, alight with happiness.
It seemed almost impossible to comprehend what was happening when another light illuminated them both, in that moment they were framed by the glare of oncoming headlights. Her laughing at something he'd said, mouth wide open in a way many would consider unattractive. Her teeth were crooked and her face was screwed up with mirth, cheeks slightly too red from a combination of her giggles and the cold. He was staring down at her, eyes soft and pleasant "I adore you" his look seemed to say. A cheesy grin split his face, so large it seemed to threaten to break the edges of it.
Then the car hit and she was forced into him. Her body crumpled in an ugly manner as it collided with his. The umbrella, free from his grip skittered off towards the side of the road. A hand, previously stuffed into a pocket of the navy blue trench coat had worked its way free and clasped between the bloodstained fingers you could just make out a velvet box. The box had been damaged on impact, its hinges now askew. A glimmer peeked through the gap left in it, revealing a simple diamond engagement ring, winking in the light of the smashed headlamps of the car.
