Charlotte and I had been together for quite sometime. Our love grew stronger and solid as time went by and we cherished every moment spent together. We did what normal couples would do and we had a world of our own. Being the best looking boy and most gorgeous girl with excellent scores as well, we topped almost everyone in college and we would be envied by hundreds of people. Often, we would be the topic of discussion and gossip by students, lecturers and shockingly parents too. We were humble in many ways but sometimes things just do not go our way. Both our parents were very open-minded and sporting. They even assumed that we would get married one day, somehow, sooner or later. She practically lived in my house and me in hers. We ate together, talked to each other's relatives, spent our free time together, went shopping with both our parents and lots more. We even went for holidays together. We were considered models for other couples. Life was never dull with Charlotte here by my side. Our relationship lasted for many many years.
             On the day of her 23rd birthday, I had decided to propose to her. I went to the best jewellery shop and I specially ordered a diamond ring with four stunning brilliant blue sapphire stones. It was her favourite and I designed it. Her birthday finally arrived and I went to pick up the ring. The night before, I had already invited her for dinner in a sophisticated restaurant with the perfect romantic atmosphere down town. As I had myself ready for the eventful night, I took the ring and headed off to my metallic silver BMW. When I entered my car, suddenly, I was choking badly and I could not breathe. I opened the car door and gripped my neck with both hands, gasping for air desperately. Then, I closed my eyes, trying to calm down and was unconscious for a little while; approximately 5 minutes. The moment I woke up, I felt much better and I could breathe normally. However, my chest was in pain and swe...