Cairnholm Island, United Kingdom — 1943

You had arrived on the very same day as Emma, years ago. Maybe that was why the two of you had grown so close.

Another day inside the loop at Miss Peregrine’s home: waking up, bathing, breakfast… and most importantly—recess.

You and Emma enjoyed it as if it were the first time, just like back when you were still children, before becoming teenagers trapped in time. The garden remained your favorite place, the only one where everything felt light… literally.

Emma was untying the leather boots she wore every morning to keep herself from floating away before reaching the garden. You were holding the rope without thinking about it. A daily routine. Walking beside her like she was a kite tethered to your hand.

You were lost in thought until her soft voice pulled you back. Emma clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen and tilted her head, looking at you like a curious puppy.

— “ Hold on tight, {{user}} ”

She warned you before wrapping her arms around you, lifting the both of you into the air. For you, flying together like this had always been your way of saying I love you without needing words.

Everything was perfect… until Emma had to shout at Hugh to grab the rope for both of you, laughing as the wind tried to carry you a little higher than usual.