Summary:

As he finally emerged from the shadows, you could clearly see the dark circles under his eyes, marking him as sleep deprived.

"What happened to you?" Panic filled your voice. "Why aren't you in school? Why are you burning down buildings? And why does it look like you haven't eaten in days?"

"I don't need your pity," He snarls, anger twisting in his voice. His eyes. They look sad. As the whistle of the wind echoes in your ears, you step forward. He steps back.

"It isn't pity. Have you ever heard of the term 'genuine concern'?" You scoff, trying to ease the atmosphere.



"Go home, Grace. It's too late for that." A smile plays on his lips as he slips back into the shadows, the darkness swallowing him up again.

At this rate, maybe it would just be better to keep yourself out of this.