Third Person POV
The back garden was nothing like the one at the front of the estate.
The front garden was the kind of place that existed to be seen. Trimmed hedges, stone pathways, and flowers arranged in straight lines that did not deviate regardless of where they might have preferred to grow.
Everything in it had been placed deliberately by someone who thought about how things looked from a distance.
The back garden did not care how it looked from a distance.
The grass here was soft and thick, pressed down in places from years of feet walking the same paths without anyone telling them where to go.
Flowers grew in clusters that made no visual sense and did not apologize for it, tall ones crowding beside short ones, purple beside orange beside white, all of it reaching toward the same sky without any particular order.
