Timothy's POV

After few days of recovery and almost nothing eaten, Timothy forced himself up, to sit on the bed and actually move for a while. He couldn't move that much anyway, not that he wanted to do it anyway. The man was generous enough to help him eat first few days, due his injury on the hand he had. It was not broken but badly damaged. It did recover and he could move his hands and fingers soon after that.

Timothy was now living with an old man that decided to adopt him for quite some time, until Timothy can handle himself. The though of sabotaging would never cross his mind. He was going through the details, trying to figure out why the king would do something like that. In the fairy tales, the kings were almost always good people. Not that he knew that the world he lived in currently is full of the sorrow, and agony.

Timothy was sitting on the bed while he looked around the room. The quick glance took Jack's attention as he slowly spoke, "Is something wrong?" Timothy shook his head, saying no by that. He stood up, walking around and going through the pile of bowls that were placed onto the table. There were a lot of different herbs that seemed not to be poisonous. They were in various colors that caught the eye on first glance. "Oh, they're interesting color, right?" Jack said before Timothy chuckled and nodded. "Yes, they're pretty..." Timothy said. He started sorting the colors by its order before he smiled. He hummed slightly, forgetting that he was in a stranger's house and anything can happen there. He was unaware of everything.

When he was done, he smiled and looked at Jack who chuckled on his really childish act. "Want to go outside?" Jack said before he stood up. His old bones cracked immediately, as he stood up and stretched. He walked toward the door while he had the knife in his arms, possibly for some animal that was outside. Timothy nodded and followed Jack outside. When he stepped outside, he saw a pretty field with a river next to it. The wind that was blowing was more like a chilly breeze and the trees surrounding them. They were placed in order of circles while having a lot different trees. They were pretty. The green color that was on them was on each tree pretty unique. The river, on other hand was pretty clean. The rocks and living creatures was seen on the bottom of it, as well as some grass that grew up there.

Timothy was surprised from the beauty of place he just fell into in. It was like a god send him here. He took the path just next to the river before spotting pure white rose. Immediately, he remembered little Louis. His eyes teared but he didn't wanted to cry. He smiled onto the rose and slowly touched it before he rubbed his eyes. Jack came after him, patting Timothy on his head and reassuring him everything was alright. Timothy started at that rose for solid few minutes before getting up, "Can you leave this rose here...?" Timothy asked while looking at Jack who nodded. He would gladly leave the rose there, just to make Timothy smile again. It worked. Timothy now smiled brightly before he continued exploring the beauty of the place he just found. It was going for few hours before he spotted the tree with a lot pears on it. He smiled as he picked one up. It was quite clear. It seemed pretty safe to eat. Even beside quick cautions of wiping it on his cloth, he carried it to Jack. "Is it safe to eat..." Timothy asked the man who fully turned his attention to unusually big pear. He inspected it and slowly nodded. "They are. Just wash them," Timothy smiled and walked toward the river where he washed the pear he took from the ground. When he was done, he took a big bite of it and his face immediately got excited look. It was really sweet and delicious. It brought another smile on his face as he almost jumped from a god-like taste. He never ate anything like this in his whole life.

Louis' POV

While he was in that state, the only hands of comfort came from his mother who cared about him, a lot. He was always loved by his mother who did all, just to afford Louis the best life as possible.

He was now in the kitchen, taking his meds that would help him calm the fever he just got from non-stop crying. He felt sick. He didn't know why but for one day that he knew Timothy, he got uncontrollably attached to him. In his chest, it felt that the world crush between his eyes. He never lost anyone like that. Sorrow death that took place.

He sighed and slowly walked toward his mother and gave her a big hug. He wanted to feel that comfort of warm hands. It reminded him of Timothy who held him close, like his mother does. "Don't think always black... Maybe he is alive..." The woman said, smiling gently before she stroked his hair. Those words were enough to reassure Louis, just even a tiny bit. 'Maybe there was a hope, maybe he is still alive...' Louis though before he looked up at his mother and smiled a tiny bit. "Thanks, mom..." Louis said while he slowly walked away, toward the garden he always spent time at. He would always bring a different book but this time, he was going empty handed.

He walked through the same stone path that they took other day. It was slippery. The rain poured really badly other day. Louis swore to himself that he would always remember Timothy's face and his gentle voice. He smiled on the thought of seeing him again. Looking carefully around, he spotted a black rose. It was only one. There were just white ones. "Timothy..." He said before he walked toward the rose that grew up. The rose greatly reminded Louis' of Timothy's black hair. It was like an arrow stuck his chest just now.

He crouched down and slowly, picked it up. On that rose, there were no thorns at all. It was all clean and without any leaves on it. The rose didn't have any scent. In Louis' eyes, the tears formed. He stood up, walking toward the bench he always had in his garden. He sat down. His eyes immediately fixed on the rose he had in his lap. He didn't even moved or touched that rose he had in his lap. "Maybe he is still alive..." saying that, he looked up at the starry sky. It was already the night and few hours passed since he arrived at his garden. The moon was already on the half of the sky and it was bright, brighter than usual. "This gives me a bit of hope..." Louis though before he shifted his eyes closed. He leaned backward and the sleep immediately took over him. He was quietly sleeping while the night was going though, slowly and slowly.