Wrong deeds require apology

'Crutch. Crutch.' The sound of bushes being stepped on was audible. A wandering light was being pointed to the grassland near the porch, and suddenly, the fading light reached Helle's arms.

'Huh?' Straying her perplexed gaze from the moon, she searched for the source of light. While the light from the torch got vivid and shaky, from the nearby bushes, Orion strode towards her. His eyes were tired, and even in such a cold, sweat dripped from the side of his forehead.

"There you are," he said. Turning off the torchlight, he sat next to her on the porch, catching his breath. He was taller compared to her, especially the way his feet reached the ground while Helle's dangled. It took some time before the air of silence enveloped them once again.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, breaking the silence. It was like a single stone thrown into a vast lake; his words rippled, forging tranquil waves.