Zoey p.o.v
The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the gentle hum of bees.
Right before my eyes lay a well gardened meadow.
The meadow stretch out wide with its emerald carpet of grasses and a riot of blooming wildflowers. The short grasses swinging joyfully to the wind, begin the meadow, stood proudly against the sun is a cabin.
This is like my dreams coming to life, first it was coming to Paris, then riding on a white horse and this meadow and cabin
“You remembered.” I tilted my head to look back at Marco.
“I never forget, not any details of you.” He replied, his voice hoarse with raw emotions.
#Flashback.#
[Fifteen years old Zoey and eighteen years old Marco]
Marco and I sat on the big tree on the bank of a small river, isn't very popular to others. Marco fou
