By now, the cold had gotten to him and he found himself unable to keep running. His legs felt like jelly and his lungs were burning. A few deep coughs came out of his throat and he placed the sleeve of his black sweat shirt over his eyes, attempting to stop another flow of tears that were about to erupt. January had left him earlier that morning... and if things had actually been bad, maybe he wouldn't have been as hurt. But everything had seemed fine... apparently, they couldn't even talk about it or even break off face to face. No — he had to be told in a letter. Well, it seemed January really had never cared for Sabriel in the end.
Checking the time on his cell phone, he realized classes had already started for the day. He didn't care; he was going home, anyway. Sabriel was already going in the direction of the city, even if he wasn't even very far from the school building yet. His strides weren't very long and his head was turned down, which probably accounted for why he wasn't very far away yet. Today had been horrible, and things had all seemed perfect yesterday. He really had finally learned what the saying 'too perfect' meant.
Checking the time on his cell phone, he realized classes had already started for the day. He didn't care; he was going home, anyway. Sabriel was already going in the direction of the city, even if he wasn't even very far from the school building yet. His strides weren't very long and his head was turned down, which probably accounted for why he wasn't very far away yet. Today had been horrible, and things had all seemed perfect yesterday. He really had finally learned what the saying 'too perfect' meant.