Greece
Deep within the towering mountains, amid the layer of a dense forest, there was a long and narrow valley. And there was a small house with a beautiful backyard in the depths of this valley.
Baroness Annie laid the blue and white checkered picnic cloth over the vibrant grass in her backyard. The birds and small animals sang a song of longing accompanying her mood. The wind gently swept away the dry leaves, bringing nostalgia.
Two teardrops fell on the blanket as she put the plates for food. A smile struggled to keep itself alive on her face, but its effort was bound to be a failure.
Annie loved Logan.
She never tried to hide it. Annie had always been a girl who liked to do things openly, with a breath of fresh air. She could count things she regretted on one hand. And one more thing was going to be added among those handfuls of regrets.
