Chapter Twenty Three
A chance that could be possible for hope
Mint Hearst’s Point of View
A small glimmer of a smile escaped my lips.
Despite remembering the thing that had happened in my room, I had found myself climbing back into this very room. Something about it being secluded by others had given me a chance to actually love it in all its glory. Maybe… I was just used to the dark memories outside my head.
“The sun is saying goodbye,” I whispered, carefully dropping my book in the bed as I walked into my balcony. “You’re beautiful.” My voice whispered as I saw the slowly descending sun.
Sunset always takes my breath away, but it did enough of beauty when I saw it on this scale. The beauty beneath this view is so beautiful that the sunset’s sight is nothing but making
