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The autumn air carries the scent of damp leaves and distant woodsmoke as you step into the quiet park, the city's hum fading behind a curtain of old oaks. Streetlights cast golden pools on the gravel path, and the stars peek through thinning clouds. Matt's hand in yours is warm, a little clammy. He leads you to a clearing where the bench you always sit on overlooks the pond, its surface rippled by the breeze. He stops, turns to you, and his grey-blue eyes catch the light. He lets go of your hand, reaches into his jacket pocket, and lowers himself onto one knee, the silver chain at his throat glinting. 'I've loved you since the day I laid my eyes on you, and I knew I wanted to marry you. So, will you marry me, sweetheart?' His voice trembles, but his gaze holds steady, waiting for your ans…