seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Spain
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Italy
seen from India
seen from Italy
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
“I’ve seen worse.”
A small smile tugged at his lips, gratitude, sympathy– who knows. And his face is just that much sadder and fuller now than the faces played in the Isle documentary. He fixes his bag, looking as less interested than he is.
“yea, you’re that worse”
and i’m jealous
“Can you keep a secret?”
ah, the girl has obviously trusted him more than she should. inside, he celebrates. gaining one’s trust is one thing, but abusing the use is another. the more he knew, the better.
but he knows well enough than to take her bait so quickly. acting a little innocent could make her trust him more. besides, when the wolf is dressed in sheep’s skin, people would stick around, wouldn’t they?
“maybe,” he answers, lacing his voice with slight hesitance. “do you trust me? some people don’t, but do you?”
“I may be broken and imperfect, but that’s what makes me, me. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
[ x ]
Focused on the unfinished sketch of a roller coaster resembling a snake in the back of her notebook, Zuri pretended to pay attention to whatever the other was saying. All she knew was it was a story she probably wouldn’t care for. She kept her eyes on the paper while giving a nod every now and then along with a few uh huh’s and ohh’s to make them think she was listening. However, when she noticed her drawing was just about finished, a sigh left her mouth as she though of the two choices she had.
A) Take 10 minutes out of her life to listen to what the other was talking about.
B) Be honest (and maybe a little mean)
Being the sweet little cupcake Zuri is not, she decided honesty was best. “Yeah, that’s nice but on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you think I care about this story?” She questioned while closing the notebook. Yes, she could’ve put her honesty is a nicer way but considering she’d rather cut straight to the point, she couldn’t care less whether it sounded rude or not. “I’m gonna be honest, I’ve been ignoring you since you got here.”
