Two lost souls. Bound by love. Trapped between realities. Would they ever escape?

Flowers surround them for miles. All colors and kinds. There's only one singular tree in the middle of it all, blooming the flowers of apples and an endless spring of constant fresh water. They don't get hungry here, but the satisfaction after eating something still lingers.

All he can see is the back of her head—her hair flowing behind her as she runs. He chases her, the sound of their feet thumping against the ground barely being heard over the beating of their hearts. As she glances at him over her shoulder, he almost trips, entranced by the beautiful, carefree smile she gives him. He reaches an arm out, grabbing onto her waist, and gently turns her to face him. He chuckles softly.

"You're gonna tire me out if you continue, love.."