LILA'S POV 

Fresh air. Cool breeze.

I didn't know where I was going, but I wasn't a stranger in this town.

You know that cliché moment when Rapunzel's feet touch the grass for the first time? Yeah, that was me right now... except this wasn't my first time touching grass. This was my first time doing something simply because I wanted to.

Screw his punishment. Screw him too.

The lights flash red and gold as I step into the bar. It's loud. Crowded. Smells like whiskey, sweat, cologne, and maybe desperation. Perfect. This is the last place I would've picked for myself, but tell me about your least favorite place...