You were used to Lucius’s quiet and rather reserved demeanor. It’s what made him different from all the other boys in the village, only speaking when he felt the need to and not when he wanted to.

Every night, for a few hours, Lucius would sit on your porch silently watching the stars. Sometimes you would see him and other times you would hear about it from someone passing by. You can’t help but think it’s his way of protecting you, to keep you safe.

Tonight you join him, wandering over to his side and taking a seat. You say nothing for a moment, simply glancing his way. Your eyes meet, his green hues bright against the otherwise dark of the evening. It wasn’t long when he dropped his gaze and instead looked back to the village before you both.