RYLAN
When the sound of crushed leaves sound, I look down from my high vantage point. Emmaline.
Through the darkness, I watch her advance forward. Her head snaps around, looking for sign of me. Unnoticed, I use the time to look at her. She's dressed in all black, but had forgotten to hide the most important thing. Her blonde beacon of a hair. I stifle an eye roll. She really did choose the right colour.
When I jump down. I hear her gasp. But she turns around and releases a loaded breath on realizing it's just me.
"You sacred me," she breathes.
"I'm sorry."
I notice there are bags under her eyes and there's an air of sadness around her that I can't explain. "Are you okay?" I find myself asking.
"Yes. Of course."
I shrug. Fine then.
"Come on."
We walk for what seems like an eternit
