He perched resolutely atop the obelisk and stared out to the still body of water, a slight breeze pushing against its surface every once and a while, dark eyes filled with thoughts.

He had been waiting a full week now, waiting for her to return here. She had always come here, to this place. This place where she could read and fantasise, and where she was free to do as she pleased.

It had been one whole week of waiting for her to come to him, waiting for her to come to the park's obelisk, to his obelisk.

Their obelisk.