Belle
Holding his hand, I traversed the bridge and walked on the grassy mud. That bridge had an ancient odor with those dusty stones, and chasms invigorated each niche. I never knew a place like this existed. Even though it was defined as a hilly area, it had grasped me with so much passion already.
Looking over at Damien, I smiled. He had his light blue jordans on, matching his flannel jacket and black jeans. I didn't notice it earlier. No matter what he wears, his bangs match perfectly with it.
Near the slightest hilly surface, a little Stonehill was adjoined. He clambered it effortlessly and assisted me to match his steps. “Enjoy.” letting out, he abandoned my hand and sat on a big-sized rock, savoring the beautiful scenery alone.
I sighed and steered my eyes. An overwhelming feelin
