Michael saw the black car disappear from his sight in silence. The boy turned his head and looked at Gabby, whose gaze also followed the direction where the car disappeared. He raised his hand with a smile and stroked Gabby's hair.
"What are you looking at?" Michael lowered his hand. "Let's go home now."
"Oh," Gabby looked away. "Come on."
Several butterflies flew after Gabby and Michael as they were walking quietly. That afternoon sun shone on their bodies so that two shadows were cast following them.
"Michael."
"Yes?" Michael replied, turning his head.
"You..." Before Gabby could finish, she shook her head.
"Hey," Michael stopped walking. He grabbed Gabby's hand, telling her to stop walking. "What were you talking about?"
Gabby stopped walking, looked up and blinked a few times. The girl opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again and then closed it. She closed her eyes then lowered her face.
