NARRATOR'S POV
Several boxes litter around the driveway, while Alexander is already inside the house. The young blonde carrying box after box, his mind currently focused on his task to unbox his belongings. But while doing so, his plan remains in the back of his mind.
As he opened the front door to take the few remaining boxes. Only for his eyes to land in the person, he wishes to see the most.
Rachelle Heartford, alongside another- an older woman. Which he knew of as Rachelle's mother.
She looked as beautiful as ever. Her long black hair gently flowing along with the wind. Her black orbs sparkling under the light of the brilliant sun. Her skin shuffle, pink and milky white- like a rose petal, pure and bright. Her lips are red and plump almost like a fresh cherry.
Oh, how he misses her.
Alexander felt his heart tighten, the days when he was not able to see her makes his heart ache with pain.
