Chapter Nine(9)

Slowly, Cecy looked downwards at the other girl, meeting the gaze of the searching eyes. The billowing black dress rumpled blond hair, and the gray eyes that were so unique. 
The girl she had instinctively saved was Lydia.
And underneath the both of them was a fall that far exceeded the mere three meters Cecy had estimated before. 
‘This place is creepy,’ Cecy breathed as they climbed, ‘And also it’s a long way to the second floor.’