"The anniversary." Not even their anniversary, or his parents anniversary. It's just... always been the anniversary. The one that they all celebrated together, the one that mattered more than any holiday.

Hell, sometimes Angeal wondered if it mattered more than his own birthday, in his eyes even if no one else.

He takes in a deep breath, an attempt to center himself, eyes closed. "Ha. I was... actually going to propose to you then. I had it all planned out in my head, assuming I got the rings done with. I'd send you out to the bakery, just like ma used to... Get a big dinner ready for all of us. Propose then."