if i don't look into your eyes, it's almost like a perfect lie.
He asked her how she was. She looked at him as if he were joking, as if he was joking about caring about her. Her eyes scanned his body; drinking in everything about him. His black hair, his brown eyes, the way his face was almost two different colours. Something about him unsettled her, she didn't know if it was the way he looked or the way he acted as if he cared about her.
"leave me alone"
He was taked aback by her response, he knew thew way she felt, how it was to be treated differently. How it was to be made fun of ,for the way you look; because of something you can't change. It hurt him that he couldn't show here that he cared because he thought the world was against her.
"no"
No one had talked to her this way before, the would all leave her alone; they would let her rot in her misery.
"leave me alone, i don't like you"he said
"you're lying; i can see it in your eyes." she replied back.
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