Slowly the girl stepped out of the shadow that the tree threw over her face, her eyes never leaving the boy. Her eyes were already accustomed to the darkness but still it was hard to see his face. He looked like the same age as she was, maybe slightly older. Step by step he walked down the little path between the trees that she knew so well, his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the ground. A little breeze played with the leaves and spread a rustling sound trough the Botanic Garden. Careful to make no sound she followed him and running from tree to tree, jumping behind a bush when he looked back at the branch he just left with longing and grief in his dark eyes. A silver tear rolled down his cold cheek.