Tutoring the Bad Boy
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Bryan shouted through the wind.
Reluctantly I opened my eyes and didn't regret it, and with the height we were at, the land, the buildings, mountains, clouds, tiny trees everything looked so beautiful. I never knew the world was so enchanting; we all are too engrossed in our personal problems to notice the surrounding.
We all live in the world we created for ourselves where our eyesight doesn't go beyond our own head.
Shamelessly I drooled over the exquisite forgotten world. I was glad I got a chance to admire the splendor and realize how beautiful the world actually is.