Coffee Shop

I sit at a table for two with my beloved. He looks extremely happy, but nervous. Could it be? Quickly I look for that small box. It is on his lap. We act as if it is a normal date, though the atmosphere feels different.

Wait. Let me back up some. I have been dating this guy for two years and think I have found the one. We met during the summer at my summer job. I've only been out of college a couple years, and am running my own business. He also has work, so we are very busy, but still find time to spend together.

Anyways, back to the lunch. The waitress brings our orders. I have tea because I am not fond of coffee. My beloved loves coffee and this place, so, I love it too. We constantly come here for a lunch together. This time it is different.

Once we finish, we stand to go. He crouches down really fast onto his knee. I pull my hands to my chest, a smile plastered on my face. I have been waiting for this day.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes!!!"

It was then we hugged. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow of a person. Next thing I knew I was on the ground, cradling my beloved. He was gushing blood from a small bullet hole in his side. There were screams and sirens. Looking through the window, I realized, it was the end of the world, at least the end of mine.