Forgotten Memories

Chapter 6

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**Charlotte's PoV**

Her eyes flutter open before she flinches back as her eyes adjust to the blinding white sunlight streaming into her makeshift tent. She stretches out her sleepy limbs with a yawn.

She has realized that she doesn't mind her tent in the woods as much as she had assumed she would.

Standing up from the white sheets of her "bed", she slips off her nightgown and searches her small duffel of clothes for something to wear.

She finally settles on a pair of dark-wash jeans and plain black V-neck with an army green utility jacket and a maroon infinity scarf. She bent over to pull on her brown leather combat boots that Sean and the others had provided for her, and tugged the gold-plated zipper closed.

As she was walking out of her tent, she pulled her hair into a messy bun, attempting to tame some of the fly aways she always has to deal with.

She ducked under the tent "door way" and headed towards the trees on the other side of the meadow opening that they had set up camp at the night before.

She listened to the bright blue jays and chubby robins as they sung their sweet morning songs on the tops of the masculine trees. The air glistened with the scent of a nearby river and the beautiful colors of the wild flowers that roamed the hills of the forest.

Her steps faltered as she began to reach another opening in the trees, this time by opening for the edge of a cliff. Her gaze searched the edge of the cliff from a distance.

She stood around 15 feet away from the edge, unmoving. The first thing she noticed was the gentle roar of a water fall that rapidly gushed down one side of the cliff that jutted over a body of water several miles below them.

Her eyes moved from the waterfall on the left to a figure on the right. He sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the cliff, his body rigid with concentration, his gaze immobile.

She then noticed what he was doing on the edge, his concentration was set on drawing the scenery. His choice of utensil was charcoal on a startlingly white sketchbook.

She cautiously edged towards the man that she immediately recognized as Sean. Once she reached him she lowered herself next to him, letting her legs dangle off the edge like his.

"Hey, Char." He said without looking up, a small hidden smirk in his voice. He knew she would be surprised as to how he knew it was her without even looking up.

"H-how did you know it was me and not...some." she trailed off, trying to come up with the right words.

"Not an evil enemy with a gun, out to kill me, and then you and the other guards?" he deadpanned, feigning seriousness, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah?"

"Well, if it had been someone with a gun, or a weapon, I'm pretty sure they would've at least attempted to kill me by now," He laughed, "And as for how I knew it was you, well, you're the only one who wouldn't have interrupted me or asked me what I was doing." He glanced at me with a slight blush.

"Well, good logic, I suppose." Charlotte said with a smile. She didn't know why he was blushing and ashamed of what he was doing. He was really talented, more talented than most aspiring artists, and she didn't think that he really wanted to do this as a job, she thought of it as more of a hobby for him.