It was a typical day when you both skipped classes and shared lunch on the roof of your school. The first cool days of autumn were coming, the air smelled damp and Mo shivered weakly, taking a bite of a sandwich. He looked more thoughtful than usual, and earlier this morning he had already snapped at one of your classmates; it was obvious that Mo was feeling uneasy for some reason.

However, it was always difficult for him to admit it.