Spring, the most beautiful season, at least in your opinion. It symbolized rebirth and new beginnings. The air was sweet, the ground littered with flowers, the birds sang. It was a perfectly poetic scene.

And there she was, spring personified. The one and only Lucy Honeychurch.

You smiled as you walked out into her house's back courtyard, a beautifully green plot of land. You looked over to her, she seemed so at peace, it was calming. She slowly walked along the neatly trimmed grass, looking off into the forest beyond. You wondered what she was thinking about. Little did you know, she was in fact thinking about you.

Lucy eventually turned around, and in turn meeting your gaze which you would usually advert, but this time you didn't. She looked a bit shocked, she hadn't realized you were visiting, yet through her shocked state she remained eye contact and was... blushing?

You could physically feel the feelings between you two. It was thick and deep, just like how it always was. It was always there, lingering, festering, waiting to be acknowledged and spoken aloud, but it never was. You couldn't tell wether you liked it or not, and neither could she.