Rustle… ~rustle…
The tall grass swayed with the afternoon wind, brushing softly against their skin.
Somewhere far off, cicadas buzzed in their endless chorus, filling the warm silence with a steady hum.
Gray lay flat on the hill, arms spread wide, his small chest rising and falling with each tired breath.
The sunlight painted his hair with a faint golden tint, though the strands were dark and messy from rolling around earlier.
Beside him sat Alina.
Her platinum hair spilled down her back like a sheet of light, catching every flicker of the sun as she gently hummed a low tune.
Her hand absentmindedly combed through Gray's hair, fingers twisting and playing with the strands.
"Mm~, uhuuu, hmn~"
Her voice floated like a breeze, almost enough to put him to sleep.
"Ahaa..." Gray sighed, his eyes already closing, lips curving faintly in comfort.
But then, her voice cut off.
Her fingers stilled, leaving his hair tousled.
