A couple of days had passed since she met Anna and Creed—the day when their first encounter happened with a strike on the head by a ball traveling at a fast speed. Lucy opened her eyes and was stunned to see the change of scenery. A moment ago, she had been Rosalie and was laying on bed with Creed holding on to her tightly and behind her.
At the present moment, she was glad to find that she was still with him, and the gray haired, eighteen year old was currently sleeping with his head on top of her lap. They were seated on a blanket and underneath an apple tree that had yet to bloom and produce any fruit. The leaves would rustle and dance along with the light wind and so would their hair.
She looked down at the boy's face with the many strands of hair fanning about. He was significantly
