Dylan
Sunlight spilled across endless green fields while laughter drifted through the warm afternoon air and Isabella was running ahead of me.
Running, not limping, not leaning on a cane, and not struggling through painful exercises, but running.
Her dark hair danced behind her as she glanced over her shoulder with a smile that hit me harder than any punch ever could.
"You're slow." She grinned and I almost laughed. I settled with a short instead.
"That's rich coming from you."
"Oh?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Then catch me."
And just like that, she took off again. I watched her disappear farther across the field before shaking my head and following.
The wind rushed past us, the whole rod felt simpler and lighter. For once there was no distance between us. There were no te
