The soft echoes of Leah's footsteps against the gravel stones of the garden could be heard. The morning dew overwhelmed the air, creating a cloudy mist.
The scent of roses and lavender lingered in the air, the flowers blossoming brightly under the faint rays of the early morning sun.
Leah was clad in a green dress, the hems of her dress brushing the ground, hergrazing the heads of the blooming flowers, their petals faltering under her touch.
The birds in the sky flittered about, chirping in the unheard silence. Leah made her way through the garden in casual steps, hands entwined elegantly in front of her.
She walked along a small wooden bridge, the breeze of the sea caressing her face; her hair, which was let down, swayed, exposing her jawline.
Her gaze was lifeless as she now walked
