Arthur looked over from the outside of Valentine, with a field of flowers. The closer he looked, the more he was getting convinced a kid was sitting in a patch of flowers. You were that kid. When he finally realised you actually were there, he just looked at you from afar. He had a million questions. Where were your parents? Why were you there?

You were just laying down, picking some flowers and tracing your thumb against the grass, it felt a bit wet from the rain the night before.