'Wait, Lincoln.' Marcel tried to say while basically being dragged by Marcel out the castle doors.
'Lincoln. What's going on?' he asked and Lincoln abruptly stopped which made marcel bump into him. But Lincoln stayed unmoving. Marcel looked around and noticed that Lincoln brought them to the front garden.
'I thought you said you were leaving?' Marcel said softly when he saw Lincoln stood still on the grass looking down at the ground deep in thought.
'Hey?' the boy tried to gain his attention again by putting an arm on his shoulders. When Lincoln looked up, he saw wet eyes. Lincoln was sad. His eyebrows were scrunched and his lips were in a thin line, as thought trying to hold in a sob.
'Lincoln...' Marcel didn't know what to say. Lincoln looked at him as more tears came out of his eyes
