Vansel remembered lying on a picnic mat with Amy by his side.
They were in their final year in high school, their hands locked as Amy leaned over to him, resting her head on his chest while Vansel wrapped his arms around her. The couple looked into the evening sky, watching every last moment of daylight fade into the night, enjoying each other's company.
"I wish I could just hold you forever. This is nice." Vansel mutters.
"When we get married. You will be able to." Amy answers him.
Vansel remembered treasuring that line in his heart for many years, believing that marriage once achieved, would allow him to have Amy by his side forever. Mistake after mistake, fight after fight...looking back now, Vansel could see the flaws in his idealogy. He was so wrong.
Now.
