The field of flowers stretches out across the hillside, swaying in the wind with the trees. I smile as Crystal continues to pick flower after flower, adding them to her quickly growing bouquet. I stretch, lying back down and staring up into the sky. Clouds pass by overhead, blanketing the blue sky with wisps of white.
“It’s so nice to actually do this again,” I sigh, closing my eyes, feeling the warm sunlight dancing on my slightly tan skin. “Why did we stop?”
“Because you’re such a buzzkill sometimes? Why else?” Crystal laughs, sitting down next to me. “ ‘Picking flowers? That’s such a little girl thing to do, why don’t we go wear all black and talk about the important things in life like death?’ God, you were so hard to deal with when you were going through that phase. No o
