I was right. He was there and my heart broke at the sight of him. His curly chestnut hair was a mess, falling across his amber-orange eyes. He was slumped against the wall, sat on the bare ground and had his hands wrapped around his legs. He looked deep in thoughts and his thick eyebrows drew together. His lips held a tiny frown and his eyes held a faraway look.
I plumped myself next to him and it seemed to catch his attention. Amber orange eyes never left mine. "How are you holding up?"
"I should be asking you the same thing. You taught her how to use guns and befriended her. She would have meant a lot more to you, than she would have, to me."
"But she was a part of this Clandestine, and every single one here means even more to you than yourself. You're a selfless hero. You hate lettin
