I never thought I'd see the day that I could call Archer King my best friend.
Yet as I watched him play with a little girl, attempting (and failing) once more to braid her soft blonde hair and do some funky designs with it, I knew that there was no chance in hell I was gonna let this boy go.
Whether I liked it or not, he had a permanent place in my heart that would never, never be taken away.
He'd introduced me to little Lylah who had taken it upon herself to now call me Queen Rivi, a match to King Archer that she called him.
She was an 11 year old with leukaemia and the thought alone was enough to make me want to cry.
She was still in the early stages of the heartbreaking decease, her beautiful blonde hair still present, though her skin was now a paler one to the rose-y one Archer on
