Memories Of The Bridge (2)

"Currently, there are no antipsychotic medications with me as I saw it was of no benefit to bring them, I didn't think they'd be of any use until now, cause, with all due respect, you seem to need one." She uttered in a miff, her glares becoming evident as she watched the young lad walk nonchalantly at the top of the edge, his calm countenance unflinching, and Madeline was starting to get impatient.

"Get down from there!"

"Did you know I met a girl here once, well, not technically, I always caught her staring from the gate that led to this part of the quarters, and she'd vanish in a second." 

Cassian began, surprising Madeline at the sudden light-heartedness of his tone. The cool wind rustled their outfits, and Cassian stopped walking as he stared into the distance that was stretched far and beyond, his chest heaved before relaxing as he subconsciously nibbled on his bottom lip, and then he freed it.