sunshine (8)

“He didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” he said softly. “He just… couldn’t stay. He was scared.” She blinked. “You’re thirteen. How do you know that?” Jace shrugged. “He wrote letters. I found them after he died. They weren’t to me. Just... thoughts. He talked about a girl he left behind. Said it haunted him.” The sun shifted. The bench, the swing set, the path—they were all brighter than before. Eva couldn’t breathe for a second. “What did he say?” she whispered. Jace looked up at the sky like he was searching for the right words.

how are you doing friend?