Chapter VIII: Raindrops
Zilch tried calling Nix after a couple of days but to no avail. She knew Nix wanted some time alone to think because Zilch sensed some tension between Nix and Yxir.
Zilch walked down a cobblestone path, just near the riverbank. She and Xavier spent a lot of time there, but they're just friends now. She sat down Indian style on the grassy area and looked up the sky. She sighed.
"Don't sigh at the sky," Trent said, breathing heavily and looking at his feet.
"Don't sigh at the ground," Zilch said, tapping the space beside her, motioning for him to sit down.
"So what's the problem?"
"Well, Nix and Yxir are in a daze again. I don't know what to do. Onmaen seems happy with Lexi... And I'm left all alone,"
"You're not alone. We're two of a kind,"
Zilch smirked at this and continued to stare at the sky. It was a hazy mixture of grays and blues, like it came out straight from an artist's palette.
"Would you mind if I hold your hand?" Trent said, looking at her intently.
"Um, it's okay," Zilch said nervously, a hint of red staining her white cheeks.
His much bigger hands gently held hers, fingers entwined. He smiled at this.
Thunder echoed from somewhere near. A storm is most likely to approach their area.
"The spaces between my fingers are meant for yours,"
"What?"
She never got to hear the answer to her question as his lips collided with hers. A seemingly sweet yet addicting intoxication spread out their bodies. Love, they thought at the same time as the first droplets of rain crashed silently on them.

Zilch walked down a cobblestone path, just near the riverbank. She and Xavier spent a lot of time there, but they're just friends now. She sat down Indian style on the grassy area and looked up the sky. She sighed.
"Don't sigh at the sky," Trent said, breathing heavily and looking at his feet.
"Don't sigh at the ground," Zilch said, tapping the space beside her, motioning for him to sit down.
"So what's the problem?"
"Well, Nix and Yxir are in a daze again. I don't know what to do. Onmaen seems happy with Lexi... And I'm left all alone,"
"You're not alone. We're two of a kind,"
Zilch smirked at this and continued to stare at the sky. It was a hazy mixture of grays and blues, like it came out straight from an artist's palette.
"Would you mind if I hold your hand?" Trent said, looking at her intently.
"Um, it's okay," Zilch said nervously, a hint of red staining her white cheeks.
His much bigger hands gently held hers, fingers entwined. He smiled at this.
Thunder echoed from somewhere near. A storm is most likely to approach their area.
"The spaces between my fingers are meant for yours,"
"What?"
She never got to hear the answer to her question as his lips collided with hers. A seemingly sweet yet addicting intoxication spread out their bodies. Love, they thought at the same time as the first droplets of rain crashed silently on them.



