Chapter67

#Chapter67

Westley \& Clyve-02

He looked like a happy-go-lucky guy who didn’t care about tomorrow. He clicked and clicked until I lost track counting of how many shots he did. Clyve surely loved photography, or maybe the mother nature itself.

I took a breath upon remembering what happened last year. I could still feel the pain squeezing my chest while processing the news.

This tree bowing over and shadowing the lake had never been old and served the best memories. The familiar peaty scent around the area seemed like it was just yesterday. Everything was still fresh to me.

/"Beautiful,/" Clyve muttered, already standing beside me.

/"What?/"

/"The view./"

/"You’ve only seen this part./" I walked past him to the deck. /"Follow me./"

/"Yes, ma’am./"

/"Ma’am me again, and you’ll find yourself in the lake./"

/"I can swim, Bonnie./"