Chapter 19 - CHARMING SUNSET

As we think back, reminiscing on the path which we haplessly wish to take back, falling into dismay by every heart wrenching memory, with a simple kiss from fate and an awakening from reality. Drawing our once petrified heart to its glorified end, with the brush of pain and the ink of hope. We breath slowly through each scar.

(CHARMING SUNSET)

The scenery around Connor’s grandparent’s house is very bright, calm and has a cheerful kind of energy. The sun had its most beautiful image, and the air present there was very caring to your skin, more like it cuirasses you through each breeze, with a silk touch. And as Connor sat near the rose garden which filled the garden of the house, he looked peaceful as he sat on a white-tiffany chair, with a long cup which was filled with orange juice. It appeared he procrastinated the matter of drinking it before the ice in it had melted.