She spent her first few days getting to know the locals, taking walks with her father and filling her nights with festivals in the town. Eventually, he was interrupted by a doorbell. Shawn grabbed her cheeks and wiped her tears. Shawn admired her with this child and just smiled. But, the conversation was good, no remorse still for the actions that should be released in a few months to a year. He hurt his baby girl but also blessed them with such an amazing child. He woke up and prayed it was a dream, but yet his pride took over him and he had to fuck up his potential relationship with the love of his life.
Hanna. Age: 21.
This was getting too much for her.
Frida. Age: 26.
The smile on her face faded and bit her lip, trying to figure out what to say. He was all she was thinking about and likewise. She was funny, charismatic, good with her words, and let alone drop dead gorgeous. Subtle chatter was heard over the quiet music, as she made her way through. He carried that horrid journal everywhere, that and the engagement ring he proposed her with at the age of nineteen. But, she became happier when a little stick told her a dream she never thought of.