NYQXEE’S POV
Wearing a sundress that dances with the breeze and a pair of white heels, I stroll into the garden, my sanctuary. The air is warm, and I find myself drawn to the delicate butterflies flitting from one bloom to another, their wings painting the air with color. I can't help but smile at their lighthearted dance, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. But then, I sense him. His presence. A quiet weight in the air.
I turn my head slightly, and there he is Alaric. Standing in the doorway, his frame leaning casually against the frame, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. In his hand, he holds a rose, the petals vivid against the backdrop of green.
"Alaric," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. I can't seem to stop the surprise that laces my tone, but his smile
