Gunner.
She was so small, but her feet moved fast. She never lifted her head and her hair never moved from in front of her face. It’s like she was hiding or trying to hide. You can’t hide from me, little one. She sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria, by the rubbish bins. Why does she sit alone, where are her friends? I watched her curiously play with the apple in her hand. It was hard to see her features from under her hood and through her dark hair, I wanted desperately to move the hair from her face and gaze into her eyes. Oh Goddess, what am I even thinking. Since when do I get this way about random girls. But still, something about her was pulling at me.
What is it with this one, Gunner?
I’m not sure, I feel drawn to her
I dunno mate, she seems, damaged
I jerked up straigh
