You and Sero was walking hand in hand, your fingers naturally laced together. The light breeze teased at the hem of your white dress, making it flutter up. Sero’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, and you felt him pause. You turned to glance at him, but before you could fully register the motion, he pulled something from the bag slung at his side a small bouquet of roses, a blend of soft peach and deep red. A warm smile curved his lips as he lifted your joined hands and gave a sudden spin. Caught off guard but smiling, you twirled under his arm, your dress lifting and swirling with the motion like petals in the wind. Your hair caught the light, glowing in the sun’s final rays