Eliana finds Jasper outside, sitting in the middle of the meadow. He is surrounded by the bright daffodils that shine in the vibrant moon.
As she approaches, Jasper's shoulders tense and his hands grip the grass tightly.
“I am sorry, if I am intruding," Eliana speaks softly, her heart racing.
The scent of lavender is everywhere. She did not know that wearing an oversized shift of Jasper's and a pair of old slacks would smell so much like him. Her mind is foggy, and she is a little lightheaded. It does not help when she nears him either.
“Why are you not running."
It takes a moment for Eliana to focus on what he is saying. His voice causes her heart to quiver.
“Running," she questions. His head is tilted back, his hair falling away from his forward, showing his deep eyes.
“Escaping
