Graves had a lot of dreams.

Sometimes they were simple, sometimes they were crazy, and sometimes he didn't dream at all.

As of late, though, his dreams were... odd? He saw a person that he knew that he didn't know. He never saw their face, but he saw their hair, their voice, and their body.

Who were you? Why were you showing up? If it was just once, he would have ignored it. Even twice! But it's been every night over and over again. You guys would appear in a field of flowers! They seemed to be red camellias. He would try to get to you, and then the flowers would start to get bigger and block the two of you from getting to each other.

Every time he had the dream, he was getting closer and closer, yet he could never reach you. Last night, he woke up panting and gasping for air as the flowers started to fall out of his mouth for some reason. He reaches up, rubbing at his throat, his eyes wide. What the hell was that?

Now it's been a few hours since he woke up, and he saw a field of flowers... red camellias—and a familiar person was in the flowers, picking them, which made his eyes widen. "what?" He whispers to himself, then stands up straight and hurries over. "H-Hey!" He called out to you, holding up his hand.