Upon leaving them to their plans that he would not want to be apart of, Cesarean strolled out towards the garden point, heading for the gazebo, their spot of peace and escape of load.
Unexpectedly, he came across a lonely figure, seated right across from his way, he stepped back a little and caught a clear view of her.
It was Rosalie.
Seated at Hermione's favourite spot of the garden, the flower bed. She sat with no expression on her face, it was hard to guess from her face what was on her mind as she silently played with the beautiful flowers that would best define the way she looked at the moment.
Beautiful, calm, quiet and composed. Unwavered by the wind and glowing under the sun.
Slowly, he began to walk towards her, but halted. He didn't know what stopped him but he chose to just pause, thoughtlessly, not even knowing what he was thinking, giving her one last look, he began to take steps backwards, retreating back to where he initially wanted to go.
