He never really spoke to anyone and seldom smiled. One day, as he was sitting at his usual empty table at the cafeteria, she came along and took a seat opposite to him. He looked up at her, confused.
"So, what's your story?", she asked out of no where.
"Excuse me?", he said, taken aback.
"Something is hurting inside of you. That's why you need the drinks and cigarettes and music turned on so loud that you can't think!"
"Why would you be interested?"
"Doesn't a little damage make everything more interesting?", she laughed without humor in those pale green eyes and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. That's when the sleeve of her hoody slipped back a little. That's when he saw it. The scars. The damage.
"So, what's your story?", she asked out of no where.
"Excuse me?", he said, taken aback.
"Something is hurting inside of you. That's why you need the drinks and cigarettes and music turned on so loud that you can't think!"
"Why would you be interested?"
"Doesn't a little damage make everything more interesting?", she laughed without humor in those pale green eyes and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. That's when the sleeve of her hoody slipped back a little. That's when he saw it. The scars. The damage.
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