The blades of grass between his fingers felt like heaven.

The smell of paint and flowers, the sound of his children and wife giggling, the sun shining brightly onto his cold skin..This may as well be paradise. In the grass was where Jack rested, sprawled on his back with an aching smile on his lips. He had tried forcing it off long ago— But all attempts were proven useless with every giggle from his family. It felt amazing to relax, to come out of his cold, dim office once to enjoy himself, even if he was just lazing about while everyone else ran around.

It’s a beautiful day out, and even more beautiful with the hooligans he was surrounded by.