" The street was very narrow, paved with the same shades of color as the faded cinnamon-brown buildings that darkened the street with their shade. It was like an alley.

Many red flags decorated the walls, spaced a few meters apart, flapping in the wind that whistled in the narrow alley. There were a lot of people, and the foot traffic slowed our progress.

'A little further,' Olivia encouraged me; I was clinging to the doorknob, ready to throw myself in the street as soon as she said the word. "

― , Nevaeh Hard to Let Go