When I see, it seems Glitter is surrounded by dirty. Gris. Maybe that's the dark smoke of cigarette smoke that the boy, or it may be just the aura that follows. The gray eyes watching the road stubbornly, apparently indifferent, but Hollie has always seen beyond and know that those eyes hide many things. Pain and bitterness, unfulfilled expectations. Exile. Pressure on your back, pressure on the darker spots in his eyes. Pressure and loneliness.
feel a bit weak and flimsy. He has never been anything like it, because he has never seen anyone like him. It includes almost immediately and not think too much, because why? Never think too much things much less of that type, nonsense.
"You can smoke inside," he says again with him. The boy looks blankly and she said the brothel door. The boy looks at the cigarette still dangling from his fingers. It is a moment watching fascinated as consumed slowly. As life, he thinks.
When he looks up, she is still there. Large black eyes and a mane of wavy darkest.
"I know," she says, shrugging one shoulder. I wanted to take the air.
-Ya. A gift from friends who think as more like them than in what you like to you?
can not help but smile back. It's just what she has said. Liam and the rest of the kids birthday only think one way. Fucking.
- Do you work here? He asks suddenly, realizing that the girl is probably a prostitute, or at least stripper.
- Does it matter? -Questions with a soft voice. Too soft.
"Actually, no.
Hollie comes over and removes the cigarette from his hands, rubbing his fingers deliberately and taking it to the fleshy lips made up of deep red. He feels something a little liquid and thick sliding into it. A new and unknown weight in the stomach. She gives a deep drag, savoring the flavor, as if it were a non-bitter chocolate and exquisite snuff.
"Do not mind this either," asks with a mischievous smile, pointing his cigarette taken away.
Not at all.
would be a great time to kiss her, but do not know if it's normal to want to kiss someone who does not know, however, she seems to expect it, because their lips parted pleading. Known to be brilliant doing so, he would love and spend the best night of his life. I sensed. But do not dare. He has never been pulse, unlike her, he always need to think about things, analyzes them carefully and then decide, after much deliberation, if worthwhile.
The girl seems to notice and smile with sadness, but no sign of feeling hurt by rejection.
"I have to work, turns and walks into the room with steps sinuous feline. When it comes to the door, turned to him I will be here tomorrow too, if you're interested.
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