Allissa

Frustrated curses escaped Ivan's lips as they pushed through the dense maze of bushes. “Fucking bugs.”

“They’re beautiful.” I smiled as we navigated through the maze. Ivan growled as we walked through the tall barrier bushes. Brightly colored flowers grew from the colorful leaves that attracted hundreds of butterflies. The vibrant colors of the foliage were dotted with bright flowers, each one a magnet for the fluttering butterflies. Their wings flapped in a dance of shades ...