Chapter Thirty Five
In which their steps are heavier than yesterday.
[Ayne Kent’s Point of View]
The view on the way home had always been beautiful.
I am greeted by the growing trees that would stay on the side of the road and how the sky and the land would meet. My eyes would always take this gift of nature, basking over its beauty by the passing second. From the second that I lived in this town, I was entrapped by the beauty that surrounds it. Even if there are numerous buildings around, never did the people think to remove the beauty of nature.
While my mind knows that the town is beautiful, I am getting antsy.
Looking over my watch, I continue to see the time tick.
The bus was at its normal speed allowed for its size, but it feel rather slow from where I was sitting. I know
