The next moment I was looking into two red-yellow eyes that glowed in the twilight. Scarlett stood leaning against a tree trunk, her arms crossed over her chest. Blood was running down the girl's crook and her lip was deeply pierced. Her hair was dishevelled and her clothes were wet and stained from the murky ground.
"What kind of question is that? Why? I think it's obvious?" I raised my eyebrows as I slowly walked over.
With a blink of an eye, she was on the completely opposite side. I changed my step towards her, wanting to get a closer look at her for a moment. I don't want her to feel lost, scared or rejected.
"Why did you stand in the middle of the fight when everyone else was watching? Why did you risk getting hurt? Why did you try to meddle in matters that were not your own? Ev
