( Dominic)
With jukebox playing, pool cues striking, and engines whirring to life in a nearby distance, I relaxed under the apple tree behind my bikers’ pub. It's been my favorite place since I lost my mom. Or rather, it was. Now, I can't get my mind off her.
The thick scent of pipes and cigarettes engulf the air. I reach out for a smoke, and Piper hands me one. He has been lingering around, wearing that brooding look. I know he has a lot to say. I also know it's about Hazel.
Finding a blend of innocence and ethereal beauty is so difficult these days. But in her, nature beckons me for a walk.
I puffed my cheeks with drag from the pipe, and released it into the air. I follow the pattern of the smoke, and even in their forms, they paint the picture in my head.
“ Hazel,” I mouthed and sa
