"Come on! I wanna see mom, I wanna tell her that I managed to get my vision!"

A young boy exclaimed as he pulled his father towards the woods near a small town.

The father chuckled, "Calm down, we will get there. Then you will tell her everything you have done, yes?"

The young boy nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Walking hand to hand, the two walked towards a beautiful tree where a simple tombstone sat.

In the middle of the tombstone is an unactive vision, with a couple flowers placed beside the stone.

"Hehe, Mother! I hope your doing well! Oh! I wanna tell you how I got my vision, we were in the library..." The young boy named Daniel started telling the story and the process of how he got his vision.

A few steps behind him was a man with midnight black hair, Pantalone.

With a smile, he watched his son exclaiming his story. He was so energetic.

The boy wasn't like that before.

Pantalone was visiting his wife's grave after a year, he have a bouquet of flowers for respect of Y/N's death anniversary.

When he arrived at the grave, there laying down beside her grave near the small fire was a young weak boy.

He tried to stay warm from the small candle beside her grave, he was extremely sick and recently lost his parents.

Pantalone felt pity for the young boy and decided to help him out, deciding to visit Y/N a bit later he immediately brought the boy to a small clinic.

He waited until the small boy get conscious. Sleeping beside the bed of the boy in the waiting process.

An hour later, the boy woke up crying. Pantalone woke up from the small noise, and saw the boy in tears. Holding him softly, he said comforting words to the boy who gripped his cloak tightly and soon relaxed.

Confirmation by the person who works in the clinic, the young boy was only 3 years old.

The boy said he lost his parents with a broken language, the two professionals understood.

There were to options to decide for the boy. One, is to send him to a local orphanage in Snezhnaya held by Arlecchino. Or two, adopt him.

Pantalone thought about sending him in the orphanage, but he saw how much the boy cling into him tightly. He felt pity for him, but he can't handle a child alone. The moment when the boy opened his much wider, Pantalone couldn't help but stare at them...

It was similar to Y/N's light blue eyes, but it was different... Only the same shade of color stayed. The boy reminds him of Y/N just now, but when he saw the boy in the grabe trying to protect himself from the cold... It reminded him when he was younger, then soon met his snowflake.

The Regrator smiled softly to the boy and hugged him back and whispered, "Okay, I'll adopt you. You'll be my son, and I'll be the father."

The staff of the clinic understood and prepared the necessary papers for adoptions, and young boy's health record.

One problem is that he has no name.

Pantalone thought about giving him a name, but what will be his name?

His eyes caught the sight of one of his rings, it was a requested forged ring with his own design.

A Dandelion wrapped around his middle finger.

While his ring finger still has his wedding ring.

He then looked at the boy and whispered, "My Dandelion... Daniel will be your name from now on."

He smiled at the memory of the time of adopting his child. He told everythinf about Y/N, his wife to Daniel.

The boy admired her, and wanted to become an adventurer like her. So he allowed him to train with Tartaglia after school.

"Father! I can see brother Ajax from afar, can I train?" Daniel asked as he hugged his father, giving him a cute look.

Pantalone chuckled and bent down to give him a kiss on the forehead, "Yes, you can go. Make sure to tell your mother bye for now."

Smiling brightly he went to the tombstone and pressed a kiss just above her vision.

"I'll see you next week! This time, I will bring my homemade Jade Parcels!" He giggled cutely before hugging his father one more time before running towards Ajax.

Tartaglia(Ajax) gave Pantalone a nod once Daniel reached him and left together with him carrying the 8 years old boy.

Now, Pantalone was left alone with his wife.

He stared at her tombstone where her name is written. He sighed before sitting down infront of her grave, placing down the fresh new bouquet on top.

Woth his gloved hand, he brushed off the snow that fell above her grave. Collrcting the few small sticks, branches, and leaf scattered on her grave moving it to the side.

Satisfied, he softly kissed the tombstone like his son did.

"Y/N, I hope your doing well. Not going to lie, Daniel acts like you sometimes. If we ever saw him together before, you too might get along perfectly." He said, tracing the small design of the stone.

"He wanted to become like you... An adventurer. At the same time, I'm afraid darling. I don't want to lose another person I care for, but I can't stop him. Please, when the time comes he travels around... Protect him when I'm not around. That's all I ask." Pantalone whispered, as small tears gathered in his eyes.

The Regrator sob softly, "My snowflake, I love you so much. I'll visit you again."

With a final kiss, he stood up and stared at the sky. The beautiful snow fluttered down from the cloudy sky, it was beautiful.

He saw a very interesting snowflake which looked different from the others.

It glides down before softly twirling around his head, Pantalone watched with amazement of how the snowflake dances. Soon the snowflake when across his cheek softly, like someone just caressing it.

After that, the snowflake softly landed on his forehead... Like someone just gave him a kiss.

The snowflake melted from his forehead and Pantalone couldn't help but cry.

He knew who it was, and he thanked the Archons for letting him feel her love once again after 6 years.

He may not have his snowflake anymore, but now he is no longer alone. His son, his dandelion gave him a new warmth of love.

Pantalone grabbed one piece of dandelion from the bouquet and looked at the grave. Taking a deep breath he muttered...

"I love you."

He blew the dandelion and watched as the small petals flew to the air, matching with the snow. Hoping his message will be sent to her in no time.

Smiling, he gave one last look to her grave before walking towards the opening of the woods...

A soft voice whispered with the cold winds of Snezhnaya.

'I love you too...'