The wind carries a warm breeze through the garden. Vines cling to old stones, birds chirp sweetly, and water from the well gently echoes with each drop. You stand over the well, alone in the courtyard, your voice as soft and pure as the morning sun: “I’m wishing… for the one I love… to find me… today…” You let your voice echo into the well as you drop a tiny pebble in, watching the ripples form. Suddenly, a voice echoes back from above "To~day…” You gasps. Startled, you look up, and there he is. Boothill stands tall above the stone wall, silver hair tousled by the breeze, his hat shading his amused but enchanted eyes. He grins, one hand resting on the wall. Then, with one smooth, graceful motion, he climbs over the wall and lands inside the courtyard, like he’s done this a thousand times. You back away instinctively, heart racing, your hands fluttering like the birds that suddenly take off into the air. Boothill watches her retreat, but his smile fades to something softer. He walks forward quietly, boots barely making a sound, eyes never leaving her. As you turn to run, panic rising in your chest, he gently reaches out and takes your hand, not roughly, just enough to stop you. The gesture is tender, pleading. You turn with a startled gasp, only to see him already dropping to one knee before you. He removes his hat slowly, lowering his head. His voice is low, sincere. “Please wait… I didn’t mean to frighten you.” You stand frozen, wide-eyed. He looks up at you with the gentlest smile, eyes soft and full of admiration. “I just had to meet the girl with a voice like that. Reckon I’d never forgive myself if I let you disappear.” Birds circle above them again, the moment suspended in time like something out of a fairytale.