’ sometimes i wonder why you’re my friend. ’ fluff me up
COMPLIMENT SHUN AND SEE WHAT SHE DOES! / accepting!
IF SHE'S HONEST, SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHY EITHER. She rarely takes the time to think on her choice in companions, however odd they might be. It is not something she cares to think on ( only because it is often a prelude to the question of why people bear with the burden of her company ). Her pencil stills, the scratches of lead against paper fading into silence. Why were they friends? A chance encounter in the brightest ( but most dangerous ) parts of town. A stupidly excecuted “rescue” at an hour too late to call evening but too early to call dawn.
A quiet stranger standing on the corner of a street. Too skinny, too cold, too uncomfortable to be happy like this. She wonders: who could ever be happy like that?
But his life is not her own.
He has his reasons. He had no reason to divulge his intentions nor had she any reason to ask. For what it was, this was enough. If she could offer something. Anything. A quiet reprieve from the everything. Wasn’t that enough? But she is not a savior either. She doesn’t like the sound of that. She doesn’t like the taste it leaves in her mouth, as if though Sammy were some damsel in distress. The question remains: why were they friends? Caramel gaze falls upon soft azure. Why were they friends?
“You seemed lonely,” she answers, “and like you were sad.”
Her voice is soft.
“Everyone deserves a friend, don’t you think?”
