Axel Pov
The alarm beeping loudly on my phone woke me up and I groaned, stretching under my blanket as far as I could to pop my joints. I turned off the alarm and smiled at the picture of Colette that I had set as my lock screen picture. It was a few months old, but it was one of my favorite pictures. We often met up at the crooked tree behind her packhouse, and a few times we camped there for a weekend away. We were sitting there eating lunch together and she showed me how she could make the flowers into lights. The purple glow was slightly there when I snapped the picture, her hair lifted slightly in the soft breeze as she smiled at me, her cheeks red from the excitement and laughter. I loved getting away with her, and she loved the time away from everyone else as well. She used her
