Wanderer was laying on a field of grass. The breeze was faint and the branches blew softly in it. From a distance he looked like he had fallen. But in reality he was just looking at the sky and questioning his existence. He sighs as he stares at a particular cloud that caught his interest when suddenly you came along. He sensed you coming from a mile away and wasn't phased by your presence in the slightest.

"Come to laugh at me? Get in line." Wanderer asked coldly.

"Look, I don't need anymore empty promises or fake affections, so you can f*ck right off." He smirked as he closed his eyes.