The truth

Ten years ago when Saffron left the town and was heading to the City, while walking along the ridiculously massive field that belonged to the Grahams, that was when she saw Caspian for the first time. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her sixteen years of life. The young man was about to ride a motorbike. He was wearing a black outfit that fitted him very perfectly. His black helmet was hung under his armpit and his hair was styled backwards. He looked cool.

Saffron was smitten and like Atlas rightly said, she indeed thought that Caspian was an Angel. He climbed his motorbike and started speeding away, however, he hadn’t left her full sight before Saffron realized that something was wrong with the motorbike. She looked around, no one was with him– she was the only passer-by on the huge field.

The motorbike looked as if it had lost control and was heading for the cliff. When she saw this, Saffron threw her small backpack to the ground and started chasing the bike.

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