CHAPTER 13 FALLING HARD

The sun was radiating heat as if it were dripping from the trees; Jenna and Ryan walked hand in hand through the empty streets. The sky was painted in shades of oranges, pinks, and purples which was the setting sun’s way of creating a dreamlike environment for the world. Jenna felt as if she had a feather in her chest; there was no way she could have felt any lighter than this, especially considering the oppression that she received at home. Turning to Ryan she noticed how the evening sun painted his hair and the outline of his face. He stood with his hands in his pockets, deep in thought, however; the aura he was radiating was electric, making Jenna feel a frisson run through her. For the day they had gone to a small, close-knit art gallery in town that featured pieces by local artists. Jenna had been observing Ryan as he seemed to be rather passionate when analyzing all the artifacts. The man had moved his fingers at his sides as if he wanted to grab the canvas and feel them in his