─── ⋆⋅Bill⋅⋆ ── ‼️

You were peacefully playing and walking through the flower field, gathering some flowers or lying down in the grass.

You continued walking through the field, looking at all the flowers around you, watching beautiful butterflies fly by, observing the birds and listening to their little songs, and so on.

Now you were gathering some beautiful flowers until your gaze was drawn to a stunning white rose. You walked through the grass until you finally reached that beautiful white rose; you observed it for a few moments, seeing how lovely it was. You decided to pick it, pricking your finger on one of the flower's thorns and letting out a small squeak of surprise.

A large silhouette covered your entire body—it was Bill. Bill knelt beside you, looking at you with a smile before glancing at your small injury. "Are you okay, little one?"
he says, looking at your hurt finger, then sitting down in the grass to pick you up and set you on his lap.
"Come on, don't cry, it's just a little scratch," he said, wiping away your tears.