Jeffrey's chest burned as he was dragged back to that day. The memory that had been buried for long, resurfaced.
He didn't know why he had been standing under those oak trees, as the gentle breeze caressed his cheeks. Songs of birds and the gentle splashing of water surrounded him as the scent of wildflowers and moss surrounded him.
He remembered how he felt… Peaceful… Fulfilled.
Like he had made a promise… An eternal vow that filled his heart with contentment.
As a child, he loved stories where the hero embarked on a journey to complete a task, to fulfill a purpose. It gave meaning to their existence. He wanted to be a hero too.
And that day—he must have completed something important, because that was how he felt, like he had accomplished something great.
But what?
Then he saw her.
The girl with the bright red hair and a brighter smile. A camera hanging from her neck… Is that…
And suddenly… chaos.
