Lydia and I stood close. Too close, maybe. Close enough that I could feel her breath brushing against my bare skin.
The tablecloth she'd wrapped around herself worked hard to do a job way above its paygrade: covering her from below the neck, struggling every time the breeze decided to test its limits.
The moonlight was bright tonight, silver and soft, it was a full moon after all. But my shadow covered her completely. I was taller, always have been. Must be around one-eighty, give or take, a head above Lydia even though she's three years older than me.
Not that my build made me intimidating. Thin frame, worn muscles. Sister Seraphina took good care of me when I was at the orphanage, resulting in my healthy growth but.. once I left at sixteen… life didn't exactly hand me proper meals or rest. My body shows that.
I plan to fix it though... I'm tired of running on scraps of stamina.
Anyway, neither of us moved. The silence between us stretched, thick and strange.
