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PRIDE in the surrender inspires the smallest of smiles; it’s tentative, though, and ready to FLEE, for he expects something entirely ELSE from her. Perhaps he’s come to expect this ELSE from everyone. The safest thing, not to be disappointed, not to be DENIED. His seat creaks lightly with the shifting of his weight, an unconscious preparation for diving into dark places and darker roads.
“You seem quite a bit more eager to speak to me than the others,” He surmises, almost HESITATING to move forward simply for fear of DISAPPOINTMENT. “Perhaps you have a tougher skin against the world. Do you believe so?”
❝ My friend won’t talk about it. She pretends like it never happened. She’s the one with the tougher skin, ❞ Amber admits freely. She has such a desperate need to talk to SOMEONE about what happened. Jewel refuses to acknowledge it. Her parents want her to forget, but her scars will never ALLOW her to forget what happened last February when she had been miraculously saved from Death’s cold hold.
❝ I read online that some people, ❞ she doesn’t mention the HATEFUL things she read written about him on message boards, ❝ say you like to write books about serial killers? There’s one in Australia and they can’t find him. I was thinking that , maybe, ❞ and her youth is still easily seen in how uncertain she is with speaking to someone considerably older than herself, ❝ You’d hear my story and WANT to write about it to help people want him to be caught...maybe TALKING about it will help me, too. ❞
