Getting out of the house, Monica approached Amely and saw her just staring into the nothing.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Amely smiled sadly. “Thinking. I always used to keep Mila company while she smoked. We always stayed in the backyard, just talking and watching the scenery around.”

Monica looked at the trees in front of them. There was a light wind, blowing through their green leaves. It was really beautiful. The scenery behind them was breathtaking. There was a big mountain, and the sky over it was light blue and free of any kind of clouds. She would have loved to live in a place like this for...