Art of falling

at her watch and gasped. "E

. "I know, I'm sorry. I

ounding the stairs as they rushed to g

gled in the hem of her jeans, and she felt herself fl

, as her notebooks and folders slid down the stai

g against the cold floor. She winced, feel

ulling her to her feet. Aria looked up, expecting

her, sparkling with amusement. His hair was messy and sandy-blond, an

there, staring at each other, the chaos

in those blue eyes, unable to

over again. This time, though, it wasn't just her fe

he asked, his voi

l feeling dazed.

ttered books. "Well, if you're

him, their fingers touchi

ays she never could have imagined. Little did she know, she was already falling..... falling fo

sense of wonder wash over her. Who was th

n etched on her face. "Aria, are

dazed. "Y-yeah, I'm fine.

direction Max had gon

ing a flutter in

h curiosity. "Max, huh? W

itement. She couldn't deny the spark

uldn't help but wonder if she'd see Max