ARIA'S PERSPECTIVE
REUBEN SAT BESIDE ME, he masked his face with a nonplused expression as if the melancholic expression he held yesterday was nothing but a remnant of the past. I knew he was upset that people were speaking about him in vulgar ways, treading on the reputation he spent years building: leaving it to disintegrate in front of him.
"What are you looking at?" Reuben suddenly snaps, his eyes widen at his sudden outburst, sealing his mouth immediately: he looks down with sadness lingering in his sullen eyes, ignoring my reserved gaze. I take a sip of the chai in my hand, analysing Reuben's emotions with a concerned look.
"You pretending," I state bluntly, looking at him critically. "To be unaffected by people talking about you." my words cause Reuben to lift his head up and me
