It hurts to be betrayed. Hurts even worse if there had been trust. Can I trust you?
zuroshima
mydistantvoice
amaiojo
shymodel
It was getting late so Quinn decided that he would head home before it got too dark and too cold. The boy brought his foot up onto the bench he was sitting on and began to tie his shoe. The last thing he needed was to trip over them. His body might just shatter if he hit the ground. While occupied with his shoe strings the wind picked up and blew a couple sheets from his sketch book in opposite directions. "Shit!" The boy shot up, grabbing his things, and heading after them. On his way after the first the boy happened to bump into someone but only had time to shoot a quick, "Sorry!" before continuing off.