I stared at her in confusion, she asked;
“You’re wondering how I got this scar aren’t you? You're also wondering why I don’t treat you like the rest of them do.”
She sat on the floor across from me and smiled, for a brief moment I recoiled, her smile reminded me of Gabriel’s, I didn’t know what was going through her head, and experience had thought me that that was a bad thing ; it usually meant they knew something you were unaware of. Something that could cause me harm.
“I’m sorry for staring, you don’t have to tell me anything” I quickly said. She smiled again, like she found me amusing, like I was performing theatrics with a painted face and a red nose.
“It’s fine, really. I like talking about it, it helps me remember my past, where I come from and where I’m headed”
I stared at h
