After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, your parents sent you off on a train to your grandma's two story, pretty much antique, house, that reminded you of a mansion. As beautiful as it looked, with its magnificent flower garden and a path to a clearing with trees, you couldn't help, but feel... alone. Your parents sent you off, because they didnt have enough money to take care of you, but that aching feeling of hatred ate at your heart the more steps you took to the entrance of the mansion.

As a day passed in the house, you drunk your medicine and slowly set off to explore more of the garden and its wonderful views. You walked and walked, until your legs gave up and you sat down on a nearest tree log, taking deep breaths. You thought no one was here, until a sweet and calming voice spoke right next to you.

"Oh, i didnt think anyone else except for the grandma would live here. Whats your name?"

You turned your head to look at him, and your heart skipped a beat. He looked almost like a garden fairy with his blonde and fluffy hair, pastel colored clothes and a small bouquet of flowers in his left hand. You remembered, that your grandma said something about a boy of similar age was a constant visitor of her garden and clearing, and now that you met him, it felt almost surreal.