Dropped from Heaven
The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone.
He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow.
"Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…"
His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart.
Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.