Reynolds P.O.V

As the morning sun climbed higher, bleaching the kitchen table. The scenic running routes I had made them encounter was sweeter than anything. “Always playing love, doing too much than they can even carry.” I imagined it in my mind.

“Hmm…” I sighed, shrugged my shoulders recounting the stupendous struggle I made them feel for the deadline for the matter at hand.

At this point, the Dawn had broken, bright and demanding, illuminating sparkling lights splashing from the ...