The story of a boy and a girl.

She's still crying. They are sitting next to each other in the park bench, his arm around her. She says, "I can't believe it! I'm so happy!" He says, "Me too honey. It's perfect." She says, "Let's get married in December!" He says, "Anything you say honey." They are in love. The two boys playing football nearby can Feel it. Oh yes, they can. It's so strong that they awkwardly move away from each other. His mobile phone rings. Damn. If only that phone never rang. He answers, "Yes.. speaking. Are you sure? Uh-huh, all right. No problem. I'll be there in five minutes." He puts the phone back in his pocket and looks at the girl and says, "I have to go honey. I'll meet you for dinner tonight, I can't wait to tell my parents!" She hugs him and says, "Me too! Go on now, I love you." He says, "I love you too." He gets up and walks towards the pavement. She looks at the rock on her finger and smiles. He stops just before crossing the road, turns back and looks at her, waiting for her to look at him. He's walking backwards, still waiting. She's still smiling at her finger. He takes another step backward and is hit by a black SUV. She turns and finds him dead.