“So, Riddle, what do you want to do first?” You asked as you walked through the entry gate and examined the nearby rides. Not getting a reply from your boyfriend, you stopped and turned around to see him standing still under the entrance archway. 

With a sparkle in his eyes and mouth slightly ajar, Riddle examined the colorful rides, taking in their grand stature. He lowered his eyes and looked at the merchandise carts – toys of all shapes and sizes, magnets, figurines, hats, t-shirts, jackets, shot glasses, keychains, and various other souvenirs. Shifting his gaze to the left side, Riddle saw a collection of food stalls, and on cue, a conglomeration of smells tickled his nose; the smell of heating oil, which he assumed was used to fry junk food; the scent of spices mixed with cooked meat; and a hint of sweetness, which he assumed came from the dessert stall. 

For minutes, you stood in place with your eyes fixed on your curious boyfriend, attempting to read his mind. One second, the corners of your lips curled up, but the next, your lips fell flat. Riddle seemed happy, and that made your heart leap, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop your mind from questioning his mother’s choices. You could understand that his mother wanted him to be as successful as her, but at what cost? Not being allowed to eat sweets, have fun, spend time with friends…not being allowed to be happy…not being allowed to be a child. You imagined Riddle as a child, sitting in a dark room, huddled up in a corner with his knees pressed to his chest, crying his heart out. 

“(Y/n)?” Riddle’s concerned voice brought you back to the present just in time to see him reaching his fingertips to your cheeks. With the gentlest touch, he wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks.  “Why…might you be crying?” 

“S-Sorry. I am just really happy that you are here with me.” You tied your arms around his neck and hid your face in his right shoulder, earning a few “aww”s from people passing by. Though Riddle felt too shy to display affection in public, he returned your hug, still wondering why you suddenly started crying.

“Hey, Riddle, let’s have fun today! I want to see you smile and relax. You work too hard.” 

And fun did the two of you have – from screaming together on rollercoasters, taking photos in a photo booth, getting soaked on the log chute, thinking about going on the elevator of terror but running away after hearing the screams of the riders, taking it easy on the carousel, crashing into each other and laughing in the bumper cars, approaching the elevator of terror again but backing out at the last moment, grasping each other tightly while walking through the haunted house, gathering the courage to finally ride the elevator and screaming your lungs out but laughing afterward, and ending the day with the Ferris wheel. 

Staring out the window of the Ferris wheel cab, you took in the sight of the orange, yellow, and blue artistic sky as the sun gradually lowered into the horizon. Riddle shifted his gaze between you and the sky, struggling to decide whether or not to ask the question that had been bothering him the entire day. In the end, his curiosity won, and he turned his full attention to you, “(Y/n), why were you crying earlier?” 

“Hm? Oh…that,” you forced the corners of your lips up and stared at your lap, “I didn’t lie to you, Riddle. I really was crying because I was happy.” 

“I am aware you were speaking the truth, but you withheld the entire truth from me, did you not?” 

Chuckling, you lifted your eyes to meet his steel-colored orbs, “Why do you have to be so sharp? Riddle, your smile means the world to me, and I want to give you all the happiness in the world.” You leaned forward in your seat and gently clasp his right hand between your hands. “Let’s go on lots of dates and make happy memories!” 

Riddle knew you still weren’t telling him everything, but he lifted your hands and pressed his lips to the back of each hand. “I look forward to it.”