Myra's POV:
The day was progressing as smoothly, and surprisingly enough, as well as it possibly could have. I didn't expect I'd be having this amount of fun with a stranger. It's already lunchtime. We spent the last couple of hours doing random things — clicking random pictures, telling each other about our lives. It was peaceful.
Often, while in the middle of the merry-go-round sometimes, my thoughts would wander back to my time with Jesse or my years in this town and how it seemed to have changed all. Although soon shrugged it off and focused on the moment I was living.
The day was still bright, with the sun burning passionately above our heads. I look up at Ryan, and he's sweating. His t-shirt is soaked to the last of its thread. Well, who am I to judge? So is mine. Carrying my backpack around has made me only walk slower and more tired. But honestly, I wouldn't have imagined the day to have turned out as well as it did.
