Nelly leaned close to Joe, her voice soft but carrying a quiet fire.
“Love builds a garden,” she said. “That’s what the song from Gnomeo and Juliet was really about. That’s my biggest wish, Joe… to eat real food again. Food that isn’t poisoned by Monsanto, food that doesn’t taste like chemicals and betrayal.”
Joe watched her, and in her eyes he saw more than nostalgia—he saw hunger for truth, for soil, for roots.
“I’ll go anywhere with you,” Nelly whispered, her hand in his. “Even back to Europe… even if we end up like one of the Village People, living simply, planting seeds, singing in the square. I don’t care, Joe. As long as the food is real, and the love is real.”
Joe smiled. For him, it wasn’t just a dream. It was a mission. Together, they would plant the garden. Together, they would sing the old songs. And together, they would make Monsanto’s poisons irrelevant—because love had already chosen life.
