Seventeen
Gray
The glass rainstorm lasted for days, leaving me trapped in the caves with nothing but my own thoughts for company. I was so desperate to feel the sun on my skin that on the first clear, silent morning, I bolted out of the cave mouth like a true bat out of hell.
But instead of hitting the boulder field Liam and I had crossed to get here, I suddenly found myself in an orchard of bright green pathways lined with perfectly manicured trees. Their flowers fluttered in the breeze like paper, each bloom buzzing with honeybees.
Passing under low-hanging branches, I realized they weren’t flowers at all, but tarot cards.
One fell before me, riding a soft current down to my feet.
I picked up the card and turned it over, revealing an image of a nude couple bathing in a river beneat
