Mrs. Collins stepped away from the computer, leaving everything as it were before she had gone deep-diving for any juicy finds, which meant that she was plenty satisfied with all she had perused… a radiating look on her face, like she had just struck gold.
And what gold it was indeed.
That image embedded in memory, I tried to imagine to myself what it would be like if that drawing was more than just a drawing.
In my mind, I was deep in an expansive greenscape, blue skies shining, sunflowers swaying, and I slowly got down onto one knee, then from out of my pocket I pulled out that small little box that signified my love forever and hereafter—and Amanda was there, overwhelmed with a happiness that my mind couldn't quite capture, and tears were welling in her hazel eyes, laughing a laughter hopelessly lost of all composure.
Gotta ask... what do you guys think of the story thus so far? At least when compared to previous arcs. How'd you feel about this? Do let me know.