Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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I'm standing on top of a hill, staring at the volcano in front of me. The beast is impressive. The people who live in the area seem to pay no attention to the beauty surrounding them, but to me, everything is a novelty.
I've been to Jakarta. Alec the Prick had to visit the office our organization has there, and much to my surprise, he took me with him. I hope we can travel to the city again. I would endure more of Alec's sulking and sidelong glances if it meant a trip. I would never have thought I'd enjoy seeing new places so much. While in Jakarta, I bought a photo camera to take pictures of everything.
Said object is in my hands now. I look at the volcano through the viewfinder and press the button several times. Hopefully, one of the images will be good.
Diego is teaching me how to retouch them. The dude has a blog and knows a lot about high-quality photographs. He's been to so many countries I'm mind-blown every time he tells me about what he's seen. He gave me an idea of writing a travel journal, too. I would have laughed if someone had suggested that to me when I was home, but now that I've started writing everything down, I can't stop. I write about the foods I've tried and things I've seen. I wish I could talk to the local people and ask them questions.
I don't speak the local language yet, but I know more and more Spanish words because of Diego and his habit of forgetting that I don't have an idea about Spanish. He might be doing it on purpose.
A smile tugs at my lips when I remember my bucket list where I wrote that I wanted to learn the language. It's funny how things work-one event starts a chain of others, and suddenly, you're not at home but thousands of miles away, surrounded by the unknown.
I wish Leah could see what I see. If I said I stopped thinking about her, it'd be a shameless lie. She's on my mind day and night, and I don't know what to do and how to get rid of her constant presence in my thoughts.
I do know she and Annie rented an apartment together. Annie is closer to the hospital this way - the hospital where Mac still is.
The wave of guilt is threatening to drown me again, but someone prevents me from going to the dark, sadly too familiar place.
