The young teenager stood alone, looking at the deserted campsite. It had only been a few weeks since he had last seen her, but the memory of her smooth, smiling face as she had waived him goodbye while riding the horse was still fresh in his mind.
The teenager spoke slowly with a deep exhale and drooping eyes, "I guess this is it. Goodbye, Lady Raychard! I'm leaving now." His words trailed off into the emptiness around him.
His little white puppy, which popped its head from the opening of the sling bag he was carrying over his shoulder, barked and licked his hand, sensing his sadness. He looked down at him and smiled, his eyes filling with determination.
"Let's start our journey and achieve more in life. Someday, we will meet her again, and by then, we'll be greater versions of ourselves," he said to the puppy.
