Four years later.
The sunset came in its boldest blaze as it settled to the horizon, spreading its hue as if painted on an artist’s canvas, capturing someone’s soul.
Kendrick was there standing, hands in his pockets, watching the setting of the sun from afar. He felt like his hopes and dreams to find Samantha were like a sunset, drifting, and slowly disappearing, but on the other hand, there was a little hope that after the sunset, there was also a sunrise that would give any soul a new hope, a new day to start. For him, there was another hope to start his life without Samantha.
It’s been four years, he’s been looking for her, but he wasn’t able to find her. There’s no clue nor sign of where she was. He didn’t miss a day, visiting the place where Margarita’s house was, hoping that on
