Terry Laine Pierce
After our melodramatic conversations and cuddles, Ethan decided to start the engines again to show me around.
My inquisitive eyes glance up at the skies and the rays of the sun were starting to change their course, slowly setting near the calm waves of the sea.
Ethan drove shamelessly on the slightly polished roads, my eyes set on the different shops spilling out their glittering merchandise, people in less clothing were strolling hand in hand like they were having the time of their lives.
He drove further and turn onto narrower and narrower streets until we’re creeping along a nearly deserted road. On either side are abandoned businesses with boarded-up windows and weeds growing through the concrete steps sporting signs so faded by the sun that I can barely make ou
