Ethan
My hands are still in my pockets as I looked down at her. I could hear how ragged her breathing was from where I stood.
Her small frame was panicking as she picked the papers from the floor, just where I stood.
She mumbled a thousand sorries as she clumsily picked the papers.
She didn't know who she had bumped into I was sure, and it took me everything I had to stop myself from helping her.
For the first time in my life I thanked God that Grace was with me, if not I was sure that I would have been on the ground and helping Raven to pick up her papers, but also not only that, even if I wanted to help Raven with the papers the glare Grace was giving me was enough for me to do away with that thought.
I am destabilised I know, and I am trying my best to keep my expression. Any chan
