"And perhaps one day, hundreds of years from now, they would scatter and be swallowed by the ground, and that way… the hands that were meant to hold them finally could."
"Why… do you always seem to have the best lines?"
Gracey truly wanted to read some of the letters that were scattered near the monument, but upon hearing the last of Riley's words, her hands that were still trying to reach for them slowly retracted and hid behind her pockets.
"Is… is that included in being on the spectrum?"
"I do not think so, Gray. But perhaps you would know that since you are also on the spectrum?"
"For the last time, I am not on the—"
Before Gracey could defend herself from the absurd accusation, a voice suddenly resounded from above them. All the students quickly turned their heads to the sky, only to see a bright and white silhouette descending near them. And as soon as they realized who it was, they all started clamoring and looking at each other, pointing at the man in the sky.
