Cardan's body stretched out in front of him that was peeking through the tall meadow that surrounded them. Other than his voice, the sounds of the water running a few feet away from the lovers, filling the air peacefully as a sense of white noise.

A wine red leather bound journal was opened in one of his hands, his fingers strategically placed to keep it open as he read his midnight thoughts from the night before. His other hand that was layered with the gems that reflected the moonlight that hung above them.

"It's your eyes I see in the midst of apathy. It is you who shall revive my heart that has been beaten by disparage. It is you who I dream of and you it shall remain." The words ran off of Cardan's tongue easily, knowing what he was saying. And how much he meant it.