Jaden walked along the sand, her arms crossed over her chest. Her dirty-blonde hair was hanging freely for once, and her ice blue eyes held a look of confusion. She had never felt like this before... she had never been so confused about people and emotions before... this had never happened to her. She couldn't remember being shown affection, and yet, Aeta loved her. Even though she knew that her parents had loved her, she had been taken away from them so early in life she couldn't have made any real memories. She shuddered, remembering a few of those little 'tests' her last school had had.
She looked up at the sky, coming to the realization that she liked Aeta as much more than a friend. She knew he felt the same, since he had told her, and she just hoped she could find him. Even better, she hoped she would actually be able to tell him. The fourteen-year-old had never had to tell someone that she loved them before... and she didn't know if it was going to be easy or hard yet. She was leaning toward difficult, though.
When she finally looked back to where she was going, she noticed someone laying in the sand. And, of course, it was Aeta. She was both happy and upset to see him; happy because she really liked him, and sad now because she would have to figure out how to tell him. As soon as she was close enough to him to see he was bleeding, the girl stopped walking, and started running toward him as fast as she could.
"Aeta!" she yelled, quickly falling to her knees next to him. "Are you alright? Why are you bleeding? What happened?" She wondered if it was from a wound he had received on the roof, and she desperately hoped he wasn't going to die from it. Concern showed all over her face and in her eyes, and it was more than obvious that she cared for him more than anything.