Spring Fall.
Erica had relocated to Spring fall as she had only one wish and that wish was to start a new life, away from all the constant war between species. She still clung to the fresh memories that Lucien had left her with, and here in spring fall, one of her ultimate goals was to live a normal life. She wanted a fresh life outside the unending war between werewolves and witches and worst of it all, the vendettas which were now long overdue between different covens.
She still had pictures of the one man she fell so deeply in love with, Lucien Weasley. It was a few days to her birthday and if there was anything she wanted, it was to have a peaceful birthday with the last words of Lucien when they were still in her room.
They had imagined something beautiful. Something breathtaking.
