Nathan drake watched the horizon as the wind blew through the crystal clear air. He turned around as Chloe rested her head on his shoulder.
"C'mon cowboy, lets go," She pleaded.
Nate just kept looking far into the ocean.
It was that day that Elena Fisher died that kept haunting him.
Chloe just rolled her eyes and walked away, shaking her head dramatically so that he would notice. The truth hurts. He didn't.
Nate wasn't really in a relationship with Chloe; she was just a random friend that he liked to hang out with often.
Chloe thinks otherwise.
Nate's life was almost controllable. It was the day that God made that sweet, cute, stubborn reporter follow him and rest in Heaven with him that gave 'controllable' the 'almost'.
Nate leant down onto the handles of the Hut.
He remembered the day he proposed to Elena.
They were officially engaged.
Nate just shut his eyes and thought about that moment.
He walked Elena to the movies. It was a Saturday, which was their movie night.
Everything seemed odd to Elena. Everything was just… different. Everything was shining in her favourite colour.
Elena was just shocked, happy (emotionally) but shocked.
"Nate, what is this?" she asked, eyes watering.
Nate didn't answer the question. He gestured towards everything.
"Get down on your knees" Elena laughed.
"What? No-"
"Knees Nate" she giggled.
Nate just groaned but proceeded.
"Will you, um… marry me?" he grinned sheepishly.
"No" Elena snapped back.
"What?" Nate asked, shocked.
"What do you mean, 'will you, um, marry me?' You're asking me to take away my freedom, my dignity, my- my freedom!" she stuttered.
"Oh!" Nate straight away put his hands up in what looked like surrender.
"You should've got down on your knees"
"No"
"You should've"
"No just no-"
"Yea Nate you should've-"
"Just shut up!" Nate groaned.
He looked in her eyes apologetically.
He got down on his knees and rolled his eyes.
He then chuckled and began,
"Everything's red" he smiled.
Elena almost broke into tears. Red was her favourite colour after all.
Nate sighed happily.
"Elena, ever since I met you I always imagined me with someone else because I just wasn't the right guy for you… Or so I thought" he laughed.
He then slowly removed the ring from his right pocket.
It was shining with Diamonds and a few carrots of gold.
He looked at the ring, holding it up to her, and then looked back.
"I always thought I would mess up in front of you. I remembered the day you told me you loved me. That day will haunt me…in a good way, forever"
Elena smiled.
Her smile always lightened up the world and seemed like it could make flowers grow.
"I want to marry you because you're the first person I want to see when I wake up in the morning and the last person I want to kiss goodnight. And when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So will you-"
He then laughed.
"Um" he chuckled. "Marry me?"
