'So, she can get nervous over me too. This feeling of being cared for by her is wonderful.'
Leona Grant gazed at her, his vision blurring. A white light seemed to flash in his mind, and his eyes glazed over with a faint, distant look...
He didn't know when he had fallen in love with Annabelle Linton.
All he knew was that for as long as he could remember, she had been a part of his life—a quiet, unassuming presence always trailing behind him.
His most vivid memory was from elementary school. He was two grades ahead of Annabelle Linton.
He was in third grade, and Annabelle Linton was in first grade.
A red rash had broken out all over his body. It was a frightening, blood-red color and covered his face, hands, and feet.
It was a flu virus, something akin to avian flu. The symptoms may have been different, but the potential harm and severity were the same.
Because of the flu, he was forced to stay home from school, placed in total quarantine.
