are we there yet ?

Da'lylah gazed into the sunset from a beach house in depths of the Dominican Republic. Small cylindrical green shapes were placed along the window-seal. Cocoons, that were yet to blossom. She didn't know how she ended up here in this emotional state, but she did know that her eye for peaceful sites led her to this area in the home. Da'lylah had never experienced what real love was. What it felt like to care so much, but feel that someone else cared so little. She found herself on a trip with her elder sister, and a few friends. One of which was Cyree, a tall dark-skinned figure with maroon waves, large squared-shaped frames and tattoos following every inch of his strong physique. Would he allow the cocoons to blossom into beautiful butterflies?