A cool breeze swept my fiery hair as I picked up flowers from the grass field beside our home. The rainbow of petals formed a nice bouquet in my basket. It was a gorgeous day, made even better by the laughter surrounding me.
I glanced at Deck and Nero, and their smiles were contagious. Deck was grilling meat in an open fire. Meanwhile, Nero was helping - or at least trying to - by cutting and dicing the vegetables and fruits in a mash-up of shapes. Beside them, Nero's parents prepared the table for our simple lunch.
It was such a peaceful scene, and I couldn't help but stare at them a little longer in the hopes of immortalizing the perfect picture in my head. I still had no idea why I felt like our time was always running out. Themia was a safe place. It was a home of refuge, and no harm
