Ever since you woke up in the not so cozy bed of the doctor's office in Saint Denis, a strange man has been by your side. You were starting to think he was sent by God at this point. He didn't mind when you didn't remember anything, he didn't mind when you didn't know who he was.

"Just an old friend," He'd reply to you back then. "Just a friend." But something in the back of your mind told you that wasn't the case. You may have forgotten everything, but you weren't stupid. You saw how he looked at you, you saw how he held you, you saw how he turned away from you to hide the tears in his eyes. If only you could remember.

He held out his hand for you to take, gently helping you down from the saddle. It was a beautiful flower field, something that looked more like a painting than real life. The wind blew just right and you closed your eyes.

You didn't know why you felt your heart tighten.

"Beautiful, ain't it?" He mumbled, a sad smile on his face. "I thought maybe- this would help." He looked at you, his gaze full of unspoken feelings and faded memories.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to shout at the world, at God for being so cruel.

You chose to stare at the flowers, feeling a lump in your throat. Arthur looked at you with so much hope, so much yearning, it hurt and confused you.

"This used to be yer favorite spot." He spoke again after a long time, averting his gaze away from you. "Our spot."