"I'm sorry." I say, reaching down to grab my bag. They do the same too, reaching for it before I can and then handing it to me.
I can hear Seven snicker from beside me. "Just be careful next time man. "
"Okay." The moment I hear that voice, My body automatically freezes up. I flicker my eyes from by bag to the boy who bumped into me and I feel my heart slowly begin to ache.
It's Lucca.
"I'm sorry, Miss." He says.
Above those tangerine mountains, kissed to their heady blush by the sun, were clouds that moved in shoals. And so the sky was equal parts blue and a chorus of greys, streaked with silvers and golds.
It is from the cracks in the cloud layer that the brightest patches come, shining as if the sun had multiplied into these brilliant sky-puddles, each awaiting the boots of t
