Darkness had settled on the hill not too long ago and the winds were nearly as harsh as expected. The children lay on the grass, gazes focused on the shining stars, heads ever-so close, bundled in layers of clothing and various blankets.
Alita doesn't mind the weather as much as her best friend, still she shivers rather roughly against him. It's, maybe, midnight and, even though it's not entirely safe to be out this late out night so close to the downtown area, both their parents understand the situation fully.
Neither of them really want to spark a conversation. Because it might lead into an argument.
And those would be their last words.
