The evening light of the sun draped the entire city in its orange hue.
Lamps on the sidewalk flickered, their light illuminating the pathway for people to walk.
The marketplace was filled with banners and posters flying around, promoting the festival happening tonight.
"Are you alright?"
On the sidewalk beside the shops, a girl's concerned voice echoed. Her short brown hair was tied back, her eyes shut.
Her hands were gently looped around a boy's neck, as she comfortably settled on his back.
"I am fine," the boy with purple hair replied, quietly walking forward.
"I can walk on my own, Noah," she grumbled, her fingers tracing the soft spot between his jaw and ears.
"Don't be stubborn," the boy with purple hair replied, his hands supporting her. "It's hard for you to walk right now."
The girl quieted down, her head settling on his shoulder as she mumbled, "I am sorry for being a burden."
