"Open your eyes, love…" he whispered in your ear as he gently untied the blindfold. Blinking, you opened your eyes slowly, and a breathtaking sight awaited you—a vast field of baby blue eyes flowers, stretching far and wide, their delicate blue petals swaying gently in the breeze.

You remembered, during all those days confined within the hospital walls, how you’d often drawn fields like these, longing to be free among wildflowers. But now, Lucius had brought you here, turning your dream into a reality.

A fragile smile touched your pale lips as you took a step down toward the blossoms. Lucius watched, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he saw you stumble, fragile and unsteady as if he were watching a baby taking its first steps. He couldn’t resist any longer, and with a laugh, he lifted you from behind, catching you off guard as he hoisted you up and began to run, carrying you deeper into the field of flowers.

The wind danced through your hair, filling the air with laughter—the sound of pure joy that had long been silenced. "My butterfly must fly high!" he shouted, lifting you higher as he spun you around in circles, his laughter mingling with yours in the open air. He held you close, his hold gentle yet strong, savoring each moment as he saw you come alive again, the radiance in your smile that he'd waited so long to see, filling his heart with unspeakable happiness.

When at last he stopped, the two of you breathless from laughter and joy, he laid you down amid the flowers, their soft petals cradling you. He lowered himself beside you, his eyes locked with yours. "Thank you," he murmured, reaching for your hand as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. "Thank you for not giving up."

He lifted your hand to his lips, he kissed your fingers one by one, as though he could pour his gratitude into each touch. Then, he pressed your hand gently to his cheek, his eyes glistening as he closed them, savoring the warmth of your skin against his.