Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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I am clutching so hard onto my head as if that would somehow make the pain fade away. I stop at a corridor and take deep breaths. Even when my whole body aches, the little chirping sounds from the birds across the campus make me smile.
Maxon loved the birds.
I close my eyes and continue to take deep breaths as my grip on my head loosens; it starts dealing better with the pain. The chirping had made me feel better. The little squealing is abruptly broken when another sound replaces my throbbing head.
Someone is crying.
I can hear the femininity in the voice even with my temporarily worn out eardrums.
Some girl is crying.
I track down the sound and find myself going down the north set of staircase, the most deserted part of the campus.
Some girl is secretly crying.
I only have to rake a dozen steps down to see a figure kneeling down on the ground. She has blonde hair and it covers the whole of her face. She is wearing a blue plaid skirt and a white full-sleeved shirt. I can't see her face and I don't know who she is.
All I know is that she is crying and I don't know how to handle crying girls.
I am weak at it.
Maxon was a legend in that stuff. I wish it was him here and not me.
I wait a few seconds but she is engrossed in shedding tears that she doesn't see me. I consider talking to her but I am scared that might worsen the crying.
So I do what I am best at.
I leave her alone.
A/N
Boring first meeting? Maybe. :P That's what life is. xD
AND OMG #87. Under the hundred in just two updates? I feel grateful to Wattpad to have changed the ranking system because this is huge huge encouragement. Thank you so much, everyone. ;)
