Bella’s POV:

When I was young, I saw a boy who was alone at an amusement park. I could sense the sadness in his dimmed eyes. He was alone, sitting on the swing as the cold breeze blows. Lifting my head up and looking at the gloomy sky, a piercing pain contradicted in my heart.

Slowly, the thorns that was about to cover my skin subsided when a small warm hand patted my head. There, his grey eyes that was once dark showed its original color like a flower that slowly bloomed. At that moment..... I started to adore that little boy.

I turned the wheels fast and drove my...