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"I knew you'd come around."
It's true, after I went home I quickly called Amy to ask for Dwight's phone number.
"How did you find me, though?" I asked, we were at the same spot as yesterday, talking about stuff.
"This is where I do my thinking." He answered, I nodded in response and stayed quiet, he did as well.
"Why did you want to be my friend?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
He tilted his head to the side as he looked at me. "Why wouldn't I want to be?"
"Because I'm a messed up person, and a person you wouldn't want to be involved with."
He sighed, getting a hold of my hand. "Maybe I'm a messed up person as well."
I looked at out intertwined hands and looked at him. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm just like you." I looked at him, confused. He got his other hand and used it to lift up the sleeve of his hoodie on his left arm. "I draw too."
I stared at his scars and stared at mine, looking at the thin marks etched on our skins. "Why?" I asked softly.
"I told you, I'm a messed up person too."
He smiled at me briefly, making me smile as wide.
A weird feeling settled upon me as I smiled, I looked at our hands again before looking straight ahead, what's this feeling? But whatever it is, I couldn't stop smiling.
The important thing is, I found someone who'll accept me for me, because he as well is a painter that uses blade and skin as his paintbrush and canvas.
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THE END
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Pink Pills //1//
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