The late afternoon wind rustled through the dense forest, orchestrating a ballet of trees that swayed in perfect harmony with the gentle murmur of the nearby river. On the grassy bank of that serene waterway, two figures, Gideon and Lucy, remained motionless. Gideon's visage was nestled against Lucy's delicate neck, where her fingers tenderly traced his silvery white locks.
In this tranquil tableau, silence reigned. The rhythmic cadence of Lucy's heartbeat resonated in Gideon's ears, while Lucy herself was enveloped in the warmth of his presence.
A heartfelt plea escaped Lucy's lips, her voice a gentle whisper carried by the breeze. "I just hope it's always like this."
A vow materialized on Gideon's lips, his determination solid as the ancient oak trees surrounding them. "It will be. I will ensure that it is."
