When Logan finally caught up to Scarlett, she was sitting beside the spring. She was in deep thought, her legs immersed in the water. It was her new routine. More often than not, she came here, thinking about her miserable life. Ever since that fateful birthday night, she wished she was never born in the first place.
Logan sighed, seeing Scarlett lost in her world. The cool breeze was blowing against her soft curls. A few of her amber hair strands fly here and there, giving an impression of fire. She was looking ravishing under the purple, orange lights of the twilight. Logan's stubborn heart skipped a beat. He felt overwhelmed every time he saw Scarlett. He ached to make her happy and keep her safe.
For the past few days, it was this same place by the spring where Scarlett frequented. S
