Neville was at the pond, awaiting your arrival with Trevor. Trevor was soaking his froggy skin in the water as Neville hiked his pants to his knees as trekked in to the water, leaving his shoes and socks on the grass.

This. This was living. Using all his senses to enjoy the things around him. Touching the water just beneath his fingertips and the mud beneath his toes. Hearing Trevor’s distant croaks and the running of a nearby babbling brook. Smelling the scent of the morning dew and your iconic- Wait. You?

He whipped his head around and saw you at the shore, smiling at him. He gasped and nearly tripped over himself as he made his way to you.

“ Darling!! “