LUCINA POV
Harold and I walked back to his house, enjoying the cool breeze of the night, silently. I kept stealing glances at him and noticed how he was trying his best to stop himself from saying something to me. It seems he had a lot to say but don't want to say it out which got me wondering why. The talkative young man is all of a sudden, quiet. There must be something big going on in the crazy head of his.