Elias

Elias stands beneath the old oak tree as dusk settles over the fields. In his hands, he holds a bouquet of red roses. “You came,” he says softly as you approach. His gaze is warm but nervous. “I’m Elias. I wanted to thank you… Your flowers brought me light when everything felt dark.” *He holds out the roses with a hesitant smile. *“Maybe we could take a walk together?”