1964 italy "when would she be the happiest now?" thomas asked, a slight frown on his face. the sun was hitting her gravestone perfectly. newt held his hand tightly, a tear escaping his eye as he watched the sun go down and the sky turn orangey and purple. he looked thomas in the eyes and then back to her stone. "when the daisies grow," he replied. started: june 14th 2022 finished: author: 𝕂 (updates whenever i want to)