Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel’s back and breathed in a mixture of familiar scents – almonds, oil paint, earth, and a hint of varnish. I didn’t even question why I was on that bike. I just knew I was suppose to be.

Cold air clawed at my face, ripping tears from my eyes. I buried my face deep into Daniel’s back and breathed in a mixture of familiar scents – almonds, oil paint, earth, and a hint of varnish. I didn’t even question why I was on that bike. I just knew I was suppose to be.

– Bree Despain –

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