ELIANA.

The winds swept through my hair as I entered the gates. My feet brushed against the blooming flowers that glittered underneath the morning sunlight. The air smelled sweet and a soft breeze was as magical as the birds chirping in the ancient trees.

Butterflies danced in the air, every little thing captivated my attention. I forced myself to stay and feel at that moment, more than I ever had before. Because it felt like a dream here, the only place in the whole of Oakland ...