Upon driving the long way from the city to a small town, he had arrived to where he was headed. “So, are you ever going to tell me how it went?” she asked as she followed slowly behind him with little skips. “I really would like to know.” He walked a long way, entering a broken gate with a broken sign and creaking letters. The path he walked on had many leaves fluttered everywhere. “This was such a long drive, did we really have to come? I’d rather not have come here. It’s so tedious!” she groaned. He was silent. The path had cracks and fallen petals of other flowers. Slowly she began to stop her little skips and her happy vibe faded. “Why do you do this?” she asked him but still no answer. “You don’t have to you know?”

In his hands he held a bouquet of Forget-me-not’s in which he had picked from the side of the road. In his jacket weighed the gift he had always held onto since that time. In his eyes, as he slowly approached, you could see how hard he was containing everything. His throat tightened and it felt like he was going to brake. “Please,” she said as she watched him get closer and nearer. “Please,” she said as tears filled her eyes.