Translucent small snowflakes drift through the dark grey night sky around us. Our fingers dance softly over each other before my larger hand finally wraps around her smaller one across the centre console of my car. The gentle sound of snowflakes hitting the windshield drifts to my ear. I turn my head slowly and watch her. Her brown eyes are captivated by the white covered beauty around us. But all I can see is the beauty right in front of me. In my car. Sitting next to me, like a vision of sunshine and iridescent colours. Iridescent colour that paints my dull life into shades of vibrant red and green.

Her auburn hair is longer than when I met her. Her face slightly lost her softness, but still, most of the time when she was not even recognising it she took my breath away. I wanted to take her away. Somewhere. Where she was with me. Laughing, dancing and talking. Sleeping in my arms. Doing the most random things with me. Because with her the most ordinary days became days I looked most forward to. Like drinking coffee on Sundays as she sat next to me. Her feet which were always cold pressed against my shins.

Seconds turn into minutes, as I hold her hand. Bare fingers entwined with mine, while we enjoy the quiet around us. Only the gentle sound of the snowflakes and the sound of our breath mingling with it.

"Sorcha", I softly whisper the name, which fit her in every sense possible. As brightness was everything she was and everything she would ever be.

At the sound of my voice, she turns her head, her brown eyes reminding me of sweet melting chocolate. Her full lips slightly parted, she looks at me, lovingly.

"I'm going to open the door, but I'll promise I'll keep you warm.", I whisper through the small confined cosiness of my car. She nods all while her brown eyes are focused on me. A small smile tugging at her lips now.

"I know you'll always do, Lachlan.", she replies warmly, before I let go of her hand and open the door of the car instead.

White puffy snowflakes hit my face as I step into the white-covered openness of Glencoe. The sight never got dull. Seeing the vast, rural beauty of my home never got dull. Scotland never got dull.

There was only one sight that could keep up with it. The sight of the woman who sat next to me. The sight of my past, present and future.

Suddenly the presence of the ring in the pocket of my trousers causes a tingling feeling. My heart leaps in my chest as I round the car and open the door. A wafting scent of tulips drifts into my nose as I take Sorcha's hand and help her out of my car. My body engulfs her immediately, pressing her to my warm chest. I can feel her steady heartbeat against my chest as she tips her head back and takes in the glittering white snowflakes falling from the sky. Several ones fall down her face, covering it as freckles do in summer. The mere sight makes my heart beat faster. A heavy breath escapes my lips, drawing her attention back to my face, where her brown eyes now collide with my baby blues.

I hold her eyes captive as I slowly release her body. Her auburn hair is covered with a thin white layer of snow, as she looks at me, a slightly confused expression on her face. My hand moves shakily to the pocket of my trousers and fetches the box with the ring from it. Her brown eyes widen as I sink to my knees. The cold snow soaks the fabric of my trousers but I barely feel it. Instead, a sizzling warmth extends in my chest as I look at her beautiful face that is now lit up by a smile that could compete with the sun itself.

"Sorcha Macrae, you are the sunshine of my life. The one person who plants flowers even in the saddest parts of me. I admire your strength, your kindness and your ability to always make me smile.", as soon as these words leave my lips, a loud "yes", already escapes her mouth.

A bright smile appears on my face before I roll my eyes at her. At my beautiful girl.

"Patience will never be your strong suit, won't it?", I ask her laughingly.

She just bits her lip and shakes her head. White snow falls from her hair and drifts to the ground.

"Will you marry me, sweetheart?", I continue my proposal, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Yes. A million times yes, Blue eyes", she now whispers, before her face breaks out into tears.

I slide the ring on her finger and grab her face.

"I love you, Sorcha Macrae, soon to be Sorcha Hay. Even when you're crying."

And then I kiss her.