“Come here,” He paused, turning towards me.

I walked to him. My dress and hair flowed with the wind. He looked awful than before. I felt a sense of guilt, each step I took felt heavy, like I was walking on thin ice.

“What happened?” He asked as I reached him. His one hand reached for my face, and he gently rubbed his thumb over my cheek. His eyes were red yet full of concern for me.

“You don’t look good, Raven,” I said slowly, my voice felt weak.

“I am fine. Come,” he ...