Chapter 2: Remembering him

The sun shined above me, reflecting off the rim of my glasses and my dark brown hair. It has always been like this for 18 years... I always walk past he bakery waking up to the fresh smell of baked bread, the library always had that musty old book smell that I would love. The sad part is that I would usually walk with him, he would be there waitimg for me at the bakery wigh a croissant in one hand and flowers in the other. We would go in the library and read through the books of magical fairytales and old legends. We used to do all that, but ever since the incident that isn't possible anymore.