Ennui. XVIII

"Hey old man, is alright if I spend time with her here? She doesn't really quite like the noise of the-"

The farmer didn't even allow him to finish his sentence.

"Sure. Just don't destroy the trees and my sleep."

He was sitting against a rather large apple tree with his hands behind his head; a wheat straw hung limp from his mouth and the shade from his straw hat covered most of his face.

"Come on." Warren pulled on her hand and led her to the depths of the farm.

The farmer opened his eyes, curious as to who Warren had brought with him. He gazed back and peered at the two figures slowly descending in size.

In his vision, on the same tree he was resting on, he glanced at the carving embalmed on it.

A heart, with the letter P and A in the center.

"What we could have been." The farmer said to no one.