Ch 40
Leslie POV
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“I used to come here when I was a kid.
This used to be my hide-out spot,”
Quinton speaks out, his hand holding mine so tight like he's afraid to let it go.
The closer we get, his eyes beams out with excitement and the water… The noises get louder.
And I feel the fresh air.
The smell of mud.
The cool breeze.
“Is it a f*****g water fall?”
I ask him, as I stand in front of the small water slope, the water running down the river rocky ledge into a plunge pool down
Flowing away so quickly, the noise of water splashing, the earthen smell…
The freshness in the nature, the greenery.
I'm going to live here forever if I get to experience all these beauties in life.
And why is it not crowded ?
Already.
I would pay to see this water fall.
“This is divine.
