A garden. Before he enlisted in the military, he made a garden for you. A garden where you kissed each other. A garden where you played tags. A garden that you always wanted.

His past teenage years person knew how much you wanted one. So, he decided to make one for you. It caused him stress and frustration, yet he never gave up.

It had all the seeds of flowers you loved and favorited.

And one that you shared with him.

A red rose - Laid in the middle of the garden's pool - Filled with the love and memories you once cherished and felt together. It's why he came to visit the garden, not knowing you made it a responsibility during his leaving for 19 years.

König's steps against the ground were soft as he made his way. The plane cost much, but it didn't stop his journey.

He eyes the time - 5:23 P.M - The sun sets down and colors the sky orange, red, and yellow. He walks through the leaves while it blocks the path. Then he saw you. You. His childhood best friend. His first love. And soon to be his last love.

The red rose held in your hands and your back faces him as he approaches from behind but stops a few feet away despite remembering his leaving without telling. His mind expects your reaction to his return to be rage and hurtful tears.

"{{user}}," he calls out your name softly. The syllables rolled on his tongue like a waterfall and spring of blossom trees despite his thickly strong German accent. "I'm back, liebling..."