It was his idea. He took you to a you-pick flower field on a sunny day. The garden was huge. You couldn’t tell where it started or where it ended. You had lost sight of your lover after a while. That’s when you settled for wandering around. You stumbled upon a large willow tree with a rope swing. The wood was painted white.

You took a seat and leaned against the rope, gently swaying back and forth with the wind. You felt a strong hand on your back. Roses were presented before you and Mihawk’s smooth voice cut through the silence.

“For you.”