Sophia
The four of us stand in front of Liverpool's pack house. Zanders holding the bottle of wine so tightly that his knuckles are turning white, I’m half surprised it hasn’t broken yet.
The automatic evening lights flicker off since none of us have moved for a good five minutes causing Oliver to flinch back a little. I wrap my hand around my mate, gazing up at him.
Pure panic is etched over his face, a sweat has broken out on his forehead as little beads start falling.
“Are you ok? I whisper to him, rubbing his arm hoping the sparks of our bond will help sooth his nerves.
“Not really,” he forces out, giving me a half smile trying to show his appreciation.
It took a lot of convincing for both him and Ashleigh to be here tonight. I didn’t want either of them to have any regrets
