Elena ran from the kitchen door and into the open plantations in the vineyard.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. A furious thunder followed and roared above her. The winds grew harsh. Strong gusts swept dirt and dead leaves at her, forcing her to shield her eyes with her palms above them. Almost tripping over herself, Elena breathed hard. But she didn’t stop running. Her feet pushed against the moist earth. The path led her further away from the warmth of Katarina’s house.
She ran in the hope that she will be able to get rid of Dean finally.
She ran because her life depended on it.
She ran, to flee from a wedding that she was being forced into a marriage.
She ran from a man who didn’t love or care for her.
Elena ran. Her heart had split into two, the day she saw Dean kiss
