"You look tired." Poppy and Ronny were at the garden again, they seemed to always hang out there a lot. And they liked it. It was peaceful.

"That's because I am, Poppy." Ronny had light purple bags under his eyes and his white-blonde hair was unkept. It looked like he hadn't even bothered to do anything with it once he had woken up.

And truthfully, he hadn't done anything to it.

"Have trouble sleeping last night?" Poppy watched, mesmerized, as a bird swopped down at the ground, grabbed a worm, and soared off.

"Yeah." Ronny sat up and ran a hand over his tired face.

She crossed her legs and stared at him. "Why's that?"

Ronny took a deep breath in his chest, "Because my mind kept swimming around the thoughts of my past, and my future. I kept thinking and thinking, it was consuming me, overriding me, and it kept my eyes wide open. Ever get like that?"

"All the time." She said quietly and they stared at one another, mesmerized at how much they understood each other.