After a while, Diego called everyone over; it was time to go to their campsite. Elena didn't want to leave the valley as it had an extraordinary calming energy to it. It was like someone had collected all the happiness in the world and laid it here in the form of flowers. It was impossible to be sad here.
She took one last look at the valley and its precious flowers - flowers that she had never seen before. Shades of colours that she had never seen before. She stayed at the back of the crowd and lingered behind. She would never forget this place and how it made her feel. She would never forget the eggs that she watched hatch before her eyes. It was a place of rebirth. Here, new flowers spontaneously bloomed every day showing off their radiant colours to the entire world.
"It's hard to say goodbye, isn't it?" Andreas softly asked, coming up behind her.
"You're lucky," Elena said. "You get to come up here all the time."
"Every time I see it, it's like I'm seeing it for the first time all over again."
"That's beautiful," Elena said and then frowned. "It feels like I'm leaving my happiness behind."
"Happiness can be found in many places."
Elena found it hard to believe. In her case, it had been quite difficult.
"Just wait until tomorrow," Andreas said. "There's another place I'm sure that you'll like."
"What is it?" Elena asked.
"It's a surprise," Andreas winked at her.
Elena smiled. "I'll never forget how I felt here."
"You can always come back. I'll take you here myself next time."
Elena sadly smiled. "I don't think I'll ever come back."
Andreas frowned. "Why not?"
Elena shook her head bitterly as she watched a honeybee fly from one rose to another. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
"You can change that," Andreas declared.
Elena so badly wanted to believe him, but it seemed every attempt had miserably failed.
"I want to believe you," She said.
"Then, believe me," He smiled at her.
" But, I think I've... Messed up some things in my life so bad. I mean, this wasn't even a planned vacation. This isn't even supposed to be a...Vacation."
She looked sadly at the valley.
"Believe me," Andreas repeated. "It's the truth."
"How can you be so sure? Can you see my future?" Elena asked.
"No," Andreas chuckled softly. "But, the future is shaped by the present. And we have the power to change that, Elena. Don't you think so?"
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The Boy Who Made Flowers Sing
General FictionAfter her father suddenly passes away from cancer, Elena is thrust into a vicious cycle of drug addiction. Orange-tinted plastic bottles and NA key tags rule her melancholic world. But people don't like to talk about drug addiction - they sweep it...
