Burn

"Hey…" 

"Don't."

"I have yet to say anything."

Caleb clicked his tongue. He crossed his arms under the cloak, standing near the edge of the rooftop of the building. 

His cloak fluttered wildly as the wind blew strongly. The rain had stopped and Caleb wanted to curse the rain for not crying with him at the moment. 

Crying alone showed how miserable he was. 

"Are you sure about this plan of yours?" Luca asked. 

He sat on the edge of the rooftop, swinging his legs leisurelessly. He looked up at the half crescent moon that was peeking shyly out of the clouds. 

"Not that I care if she hates you, I am actually quite happy about it," Luca continued, shrugging his shoulders. 

"I didn't know this was part of the deal," Caleb scoffed out. 

"What do you mean?"