UNTIL DEATH ( Love should Never be this deathly )

CHAPTER 7

"Rosa... isn't it just beautiful?" Little Angelica's voice chimed with an innocent exuberance, her cherubic face illuminated by a smile so delightful it could melt the coldest of hearts.

In her role as the nurturing caretaker of the classroom, Rosa had been diligently overseeing the children as they immersed themselves in their painting and drawing activities. She turned her attention to Angelica, who was proudly showcasing her artistic endeavor.

As Rosa knelt beside her, she was struck by the vibrant tapestry of colors and creativity that the ten-year-old had woven onto the canvas. The artwork was a jubilant expression of childhood, bursting with life and imagination, a reflection of the unfiltered joy that only a child could convey.

"When are you going to get married, Rosa?" Angelica inquired earnestly, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. "You have to promise to invite me!"

A warm laugh bubbled from Rosa's lips, her heart swelling with affection for the spirited little girl. "Of course, my darling! Why on Earth wouldn't I invite you? In fact, I want you and everyone to be part of the celebration, helping me prepare for the big day!" Her voice rang with enthusiasm, and the classroom erupted into a symphony of cheers and applause, the children's excitement creating an atmosphere thick with joy and camaraderie.

"Alright, everyone! Gather your belongings and put them aside; we're heading outside to play!" Rosa declared, her tone bright and inviting. With a lively energy guiding her, she led the children toward the door, their laughter cascading behind them like a sweet melody, echoing the simple pleasures of life and the cherished bonds they were forging together.

The day was alive and Rosa felt a deep sense of fulfillment in these precious moments shared with the children.

With joyous excitement, the children hurried outside, their little feet scurrying across the floor as they packed away their belongings. They spilled into the sun-drenched front garden, a vibrant haven brimming with playground equipment that promised endless fun—swings swaying gently in the breeze, a sturdy seesaw waiting for laughter, a merry-go-round spinning with delight, slides glistening in the sunlight, and playhouses inviting imaginative adventures. It was a magical world that captivated every child's heart.

Dylan had meticulously arranged every element of this enchanting space, ensuring that the children had the best possible environment in which to grow, play, and explore.

His dedication was evident in the way the playground equipment gleamed, ready to spark joy and laughter. He had a knack for creating a sense of wonder, a place where children could escape and unleash their imaginations.

The garden itself was a feast for the senses, adorned with a kaleidoscope of flowers in every hue imaginable. Delicate petals danced in the wind, their fragrances mingling to create a symphony of scents that filled the air. A variety of plants, each with its unique height, color, and texture, added depth and interest to the landscape, transforming the garden into a living gallery. The beauty of nature enveloped the children, enhancing their sense of play and adventure.

Together, Dylan and Rosa had breathed new life into the old building, making it a stunning sanctuary. A carefully created path meandered through the garden, guiding visitors toward the entrance of the orphanage, while statues flanked both sides, standing as silent guardians to the dreams and laughter that filled the air.

This was more than just a playground; it was a nurturing environment—a canvas where the children could paint their stories, explore their creativity, and forge friendships that would last a lifetime. The transformation was not just physical; it was an embodiment of hope and love, a testament to the care that surrounded them.