Dean’s POV:
The sound of the birds chirping outside makes my mouth turn into a small smile as I lie on the rickety bed that was once Zara’s. This is where I have been sleeping these past few weeks since her funeral. I simply cannot stand to be around my parents and their continuous whining about my personal choices and being in Zara’s family home has offered me the chance to know Zara a bit better. I look at all the different shades of green splashed around the room. Like the fact that she was very taken with green as a color. I smell a fresh brew of tea steaming downstairs and this warms my heart. This is the first morning in all this time that I have woken up feeling somewhat back to normal. It’s been a wild ride, to say the least.
“Breakfast scones are ready when you are.” Zara’s mom
