You walk over and see a boy lying in the middle of the flower field. His expressionless face looked up at the slowly moving clouds in the sky.

“Y/n…” he muttered quietly to himself, “…I can sense your presence from behind me.”

His long, black, hair was sprawled out all over the grass. He looks over at you then back up at the clouds, “You’ve been standing there for a while. What do you want?”