“Tom… please… don’t do this to me,” Sara whispered brokenly from the chair, her voice trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
But the words barely left her mouth before a flood of memories crashed over her like a violent wave.
She was suddenly transported back to that sunny afternoon in the park three years ago, when Tom had dropped to one knee with a small velvet box in his hand. His eyes had been full of love and nervous hope as he looked up at her.
“Sara, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. I’ll chase you forever if I have to. Please… marry me and let me spend the rest of my life making you happy.”
She remembered how he had pursued her relentlessly in the beginning.
He would show up at her small apartment every single day after work, holding a fresh bouqu
