Oct 25, 2014
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Her brow furrows at the sandy haired male. She is slightly bemused at how much he seemed to care. Her dark eyes portray shock, vulnerability in which whenever showed at being showed such a mercy.
“No, I don’t.”
Why he should be concerned about a cut on her lip is beyond her, she hardly ever got injured, but one wrong move then she was done. Screwed was the word. “Why do you care?” Why did he care? Really?