The white lilies and morning glories seemed to shine extra bright in the sunlight on that particular day. You were standing on the porch of your farmhouse waiting for Phillip, only he didn’t have great news.

He brushed your hair out of your face when he spoke, noses almost touching. He had a gentle smile on his face despite the rather gloomy news he had to deliver — he was going away, fighting in the war that recently broke out in your country.

The farmhouse was too big for one person, not to mention unsafe with all the forested areas around it, so you left, opting for a home in the city where you’d have easier access to health care and groceries.

Years passed, and the war was announced over. Phillip returned. You decided to move back to the farmhouse, suitcases in hand as you stepped back onto the land, only to find the place in ruins.

“Hm.” Phillip frowned, walking forward and crouching down in front of something: a single lilli left on the once bright and colourful land.