Eve’s POV

Malik sat on the edge of the pavement we usually sat on, his shoulders slumped, his fingers hitting on each other in frustration. The wind tugged at his hair but he didn’t even notice, he was staring deep into distance, his eyes dark and hollow. I had seen angry, fierce and unyielding in battle, but this? This looked different, it was grief mixed with guilt and it hurt to watch

“Malik,” I said, walking towards him. He didn’t turn at first, he just kept staring at nothing ...