When the Wind Blows, She Never Looks Back
Rain was effortlessly wheeling a suitcase in each hand while carrying my bright pink backpack slung over his shoulders—a stark, completely ridiculous contrast against his entirely black street clothes.
Rain poked his head out from behind my shoulder, glancing between Valen and me. “A friend of yours?”
“From a long time ago,” I said flatly.
Valen opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Rain blinked, leaned the suitcases neatly against the building wall, pulled a pair of earbuds from his pocket to plug them in, and immediately squatted down by the stairwell entrance to start scrolling through his phone. After a couple of swipes, he stood back up, unslung my pink backpack from his shoulders, a