Young golden rays peeked through the old oak trees from the distance, the large hill crest getting a perfect view of the east. The dark purple sky mixed with orange and deep red, blue highlighting the cloud texture.

A memory. This has happened before. Many times. But this was the first in a long time he’d ever seen the sun rise so serenely.

And the first he’d ever felt truly disturbed and wounded.

Romeo sat at the edge of the cliff in a blanket with his T-shirt and baggy pants— slightly stained with grass, and a frown on his face. He held his legs to his chest as thoughts consumed him.

A tap pulled him from them, and his anxious eyes glared up at the vindicator. He relaxed upon seeing you, letting out a sigh. It was surprising to see you here— usually you came later with a basket of goodies like food and ingredients.

“…I didn’t think I’d see you this early.”

He muttered, drawing himself aside to make room. He was clearly troubled. Memories hurt.