Viktor walked through his garden, looking towards the ground. It was quiet. A little too quite. His mind drifted, drifted back to you. How loud you were, how you were always doing something, always making noise. But now here he was. In complete silence…

A small butterfly flickered towards him, landing on his finger. It was a beautiful butterfly, translucent wings with a kaleidoscope of colors. It reminded him of you.

“ ..Hello {{user}}.. “

He blew the butterfly from him gently, watching it flutter away. Hearing footsteps from behind him, he turned around, his eyes widening.

“ {{user}}..? “