Dusk yawned. These girls were weird, especially that Hazel. But he wasn't one to poke around in a stranger's business, so he decided silence would fit the situation. It wasn't a good idea to get lost it thought either though, because the first subject to come up was his own past.
The one thing that kept coming back was that it was his fault, and he should have helped his family out of the fire before himself. Disappointed in himself, a solitary teardrop trickled down Dusk's face, followed by a few more.
Back out of his head, he glanced around, remembering he had company. A pale tone of pink flushed his face, and Dusk darted away. He didn't know where to stop, so he kept sprinting until he was all tired out.
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