She pants harder and harder as her body hunches over as her hands clasps her bruised knees as teeny bits of sweat fall from her forehead. 

I lay on my back, my arm flopped against my eyes, protecting them from the sun as I pant with Sky. I twist to my side, placing my hand against the dirty, grassy ground, still trying to catch my breath. Once I do, I bend my arm to lift me up. 

The silence consumes the atmosphere, that I can almost hear her breathing. I hear her mutter something along the lines 'he','good' and 'promised. I call her name softly, but I worry that anger will keep on bubbling in her. 

"Idiots." 

I whip my head to her direction, letting out a 'hm?', stupidly.

"You're both fucking idiots."

Her voice is not quiet or loud, but it shoots me like a bullet. The awkward, yet terrifying silence eats me up again. As I stare into her face, it's unreadable. After a long while, I break the silence in a broken voice. 

"T-Then, why did you follow us?"

"Whenever that idiot does things relying on his feelings, it always ends up bad. It's always thanks to me that he ends up alive."

Her voice is unreadable too; she doesn't sound as mad as I thought she would, yet my body is as still as an ice sculpture. Her presence is enough to make me nervous. Regret pools in my body. My hands vibrate, but all I can do is stare at her. I was used to people talking like this to me. Sky just proved me wrong. I shiver and apologize repeatedly, but I don't get a reaction. Not even a single raise or crinkle of an eyebrow, even a sigh. 

Aren't you going to say something? Aren't you going to yell at me?

She marches down to my sitting position, gripping on my hand, and a baby tremble escapes from it. I try not to jolt. A tight gasp puffs from my lips.

"This isn't the time to get sentimental. We've got activities to get to."

A cold chill runs down my spine as my hearts skips a beat or two. I try to push away the sobs coming up my chest. Her face is stone cold when her hazel eyes grip my blue ones. She has to hate me now. I hate me now. My eyebrows scrunch worriedly. 

Her fingers release me, and she rises to leave the entrance of the forest. I stare at her, wanting to get her back. Her footsteps pound in my head, and I picture her never coming back. Phoenix said she's stubborn, strong, and tough as nails. She doesn't play tricks, lie, or pranks. The knots and swirls explode in my gut, vomit pools in my throat, and I squeeze my eyes, then barely open, but burning violently, tears spilling down. 

Sky keeps on walking forward, not a single hair of hesitation in her steps. 

The memories come in my head, stabbing my eyes with more fire; the memories of me ruining everything since I was a child at school, that moment when I almost killed Henry, even the little things when my mom would fix me up to look prettier because she said my face needed some "work." No matter how much I apologized to them, No matter how expensive the apology gift was, it was no use. No matter how much I followed the path that my mom built for my life, I failed. 

Maybe I still am that child. 

I want to tell her that I was biting my tongue to stay focused, but I just can't.

I want to scream at her at the top of my lungs, begging her to stop, but I just can't.

I flinch, and let out shaky hiccups.

I draw in a breath, trying to kill the shakiness in it. And then I do the same thing I did since I was 5 after every incident.

"I'm...Sorry. I'm so... Sorry."

Sky doesn't cover the sun for me anymore.