Moving on

The morning after was brighter than they had hoped it would be before they embarked on their journey.

They both slept so deeply in each other's arms, reminiscing in their dreams about the lovely action that had happened between them.

It felt as though they were having a new life altogether, not the same old grumpy life she had and the life of unlawful accusations that he was going through.

In that time, their problems seemed far away from them, shut down by the peace that encircled them.

Neither of them remembered that they had to leave as early as four that morning to meet up with the one and only Ferry that would take them across to the East of Leesburg.

The first person that woke up to the light of day was Marcus. Camelia's hair brushed against his face and his eyes fell open as he inhaled the freshness of it.

It smelt of lavender flowers and they were his favourites. The early rays of sunlight cast its golden glory on her face and he could not help but desire to hold her close fo