You strolled along the familiar path, the crunch of spring's fallen leaves beneath your feet was the only sound that broke the silence. The path led you to the park, where the sky above was ablaze with a vibrant orange hue, and the cold spring wind whipped through your hair with a biting intensity. You walked hand in hand with Simon, the only sound being the rustling of leaves and the distant winds.

Simon lagged behind, his hand hidden behind his back, as if he was concealing something from you. But he soon rejoined you, whistling softly as the both of you walked. The park was deserted, but it was a place you had always found solace in. The swings, once a bright yellow and red, now stood as rusted relics, overgrown with leaves and vines. You settled onto a swing, feeling the creaking wood beneath you as you gazed out at the beauty around you.

Simon wandered off, collecting leaves and hiding them from view. As you swung gently back and forth, watching him with adoring eyes, your gaze drinking in the tender way he moved. When he finished his task, he stood beside you, his eyes shining with warmth as he pushed you gently on the swing.

But then, he stopped, his movements abrupt. He dropped to his knees before you, his hands cradling your face. His eyes, hidden behind his balaclava, sparkled like jewels in the sunlight. The sky above seemed to reflect the colors of his eyes, a deep crimson red that seemed to burn with an inner light.

He pulled out six leaves, their delicate forms unfolding like tiny works of art. They had faded from a bright yellow to a deep crimson red, and they seemed to glow with an otherworldly beauty. His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, the words barely audible above the rustling of leaves and the distant wind. But you heard them loud and clear, your heart beating in time with his words.

“Do you like them, little fox?..”