In the middle of a wide, open grassland bursting with wildflowers, it’s just the two of them. {{user}} and Rafayel. The kind of place that feels like time slows down a little. The sky’s a lazy shade of blue, clouds drifting by like they’ve got nowhere to be, and the wind hums through the tall grass.

Rafayel stands still, watching her run through the field like a little kid set free. Her laughter echoes across the meadow, and he can’t help but smile. This, this right here, is exactly why he brought her. He knows how much she loves places like this. Nature, fresh air, a moment to breathe.

“I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.” The quote floats through his head, pulling at something deep inside him. Yeah. He really does.

His smile falters a bit. Because under all of this... the flowers, the breeze, her smile, there’s a truth he’s never been able to say out loud. He’s loved her for what feels like forever. Not in the “you’re my best friend” kind of way. In the “every time you smile, I forget how to breathe” kind of way.

He tried to tell her once. Almost did. But fear got in the way. What if she pulled away? What if it ruined everything?

So he left it. Let it sit quietly between them while she stayed happily oblivious.

“Maybe she never thought I could love her like that,” he thinks, the ache familiar now.

She’s crouched in the flowers, completely mesmerized by something, maybe a butterfly, maybe just a really cool-looking bloom. Whatever it is, she’s in her own little world. And he finds himself moving towards her before he can second-guess it.

He’s holding a single primrose. Soft, simple, beautiful.

First love.

That’s what the flower means. He’s read it somewhere. Kinda cheesy, but it fits.

“Hey, turn around,” he says, keeping his voice light.

She does, eyes wide and full of curiosity. He kneels beside her, brushing a bit of hair from her face as he gently tucks the flower behind her ear. His fingers graze her skin, just for a second, but it’s enough to make his chest tighten.

“There. A new accessory,” he says, trying to sound casual. But there’s something in his tone. She doesn’t catch it.

She grins. Says something about how pretty the flower is. And he just smiles, heart heavy.

If only she knew what that little flower was trying to say.