Soon enough, his eyes met with his epitome of beauty—Flower. Flower was knelt down at the side of the cottage like an angel, attending to Snow, or perhaps just caressing his furs tenderly. She didn't seem to have noticed Anthony's presence just yet, as her whole attention was towards Snow.
Her round soft lips was busy moving up and down as she appeared to be whispering something to Snow.
Anthony on the other hand couldn't help but want to halt and just keep staring at Flower and Snow. Seeing her knelt down meekly like so triggered something about his past in his head, something he had always tried so hard to forget, something that had hunted him all his life up until this very moment.
