Chapter Twelve - Danielle

Daniel's P.O.V

Light breeze blowing on our cheeks.

Fingers intertwined in a tight grip.

And, that smile on her face as she moved her free hand to explain things.

Everything.

It was everything for me. Like, there was nothing existing beyond this. This was the journey and this is the destination.

For the first time in life I didn't feel like there was something more that I should possess. That I could possess.

This was enough.

"Daniel?" I was brought out of my thoughts as I gazed into her oceanic bluish green eyes. So deep and stunning.

"Yeah?" I asked taking in a sharp intake of breath.

"Left." Fuck. Did I miss something? Where was I when she was speaking? Now how do I understand what the hell she was talking about. 'Left' has so many different definitions. Which one do I-

But, before my inner panic could reach a conclusion, Eleanor spoke cutting my assumptions short."Daniel, look to your left."

I instantly turned my head towards the left as I saw lush green vegetable farms, smal