Nicolette's POV

I sat on top of tree watching the bright day turn into night. The sky was painted with shades of orange, purple, blue, and yellow.

I could feel that my cheeks were stained with tears that I had cried earlier. I lift my head off of the trunk of the tree and pull the loose strands of hair that got stuck in the cracks of the tree.

"Nicolette?" I hear from the bottom of trees. My eyes widened as I hear the familiar voice, Malcom's voice. Why couldn't it be anyone else. The soft crunch of leaves he stepped on was like an echo through the quiet forest....