From the plush gardens outside the house, a chilly breeze brushed by, passing through the large floor-to-ceiling window to give Caily's silky hair a life of its own.
She was stunning and alive more than how she was six years ago. A brown rib-knit crop top hugged her modest chest, and her boisterous hair was freed to flow like a waterfall on her shoulders.
"Are you sure about this? You don't have to go with me, I promise I will be fine," Caily softly spoke, she paused on arranging her clothes into the bags, and rested her glistening emerald eyes on Charlie.
Charlie beamed at her, "I don't mind coming with you, and besides I have lived in Glovedon City all my life, I've always wanted to try living in a different city. And I don't want that man a step closer to you not after what he did,"
Caily slightly nudged her head with a tight-lipped smile. What would she do without Charlie?
