Soraya's POV
"Where were you sitting, Soraya?" Darius asked as we walked deeper into the school grounds.
"Oh, over there," I said quickly, pointing toward the bench under the old oak tree. We were still holding hands as we crossed the area. My heart was racing from the fear of the fact that we may not even find the book.
We reached the spot, and I immediately looked around. The bench was empty.
"It's not here," I muttered sadly, scanning the ground. Someone must have picked it up… I dropped to my knees, brushing my hand over the pavement in frustration. "I was so sure I left it here—"
"Wait," Darius said then pointed toward the grass beside the bench. "Is that it?"
I followed his gaze, and my eyes widened. There, half-hidden by the shadows, was my book.
"It's there!"
