[ Oh, she did. How she did. And yet, he wouldn’t listen to her, would try to get his head through something that was impossible to do, and almost got himself killed for it if it wasn’t for her. When did he became this reckless anyways? ]
❝ —- A’right, yeah … I got it. ❞
[the slightest of a small chuckle; and a smirk of hers is held back; fingers sweeping the last remains of dried blood and injuries on his face.]
❝ You fuckin’ scared me baby… you’re so lucky t’ even still be alive. ❞
[even if she’ll try to sound downcasted; but she couldn’t; so her lips comes into contact with his forehead.]
[her hazels wandered; following where Mary caught the glimpse of her scars; the scars she c r e a t e d. she never really like to share the story. she never liked to bring concern to those who’d c a r e. so her fingers grasp her sleeve, and pulls it down to cover those scars.] ❝ … I… I self harmed at… one point. ❞
[her face expressess louder than she could speak them. surprise taken away her words. eyes wide – roaming around; yet avoiding her.] ❝ … I… I don’t know what t’ say… ❞
❝ —- Oh, now that one’s a classic, isn’t it. Men are weak. And d u m b. It’s in their nature to be blind, littlefuckers, darlin’. And they’d do anything to stick their little tail down a woman’s pussy. It’s so pathetic. ❞
❝ Not all men are like that… At least the ones I had met so far. Some of ‘em are actually the sweetest you’ve met, and actually cares 'bout ya and yer choices… until a girl that’s prolly much hotter than I am comes around and jus' o f f e r s. ❞
