81- Picnic
After visiting the town, we returned home, It was futile to talk about it. We are monsters to everyone and they will never accept us. Crystal was sitting on the couch as I applied antiseptic on her wound. “Are you okay?” I asked, blowing it a bit, she winced, holding my shirt and nodded. “I am glad you didn’t fight them.” She curled her lips upward in a smile.
“How many mouths could I shut, right?” I spoke emptily, not paying heed to her words, “Mhm. If they stop, someone else will. That’s why, don’t mind them.” Her smile grew wider. I stopped and spared a glance in her direction, blinking and trying to contemplate her reactions.
“You are seven, shut your mouth.” I muttered, applying a bandage on her wound. She chuckled, I narrowed my eyes and put the box back. “If you want
