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Originally Posted by sock
Simon watches her sit down, and listens as she explains her problems. He frowns when she mentions that she's lost friends. Of course, he knows how that feels. He'd lost his mother and father as a child. He'd lost his best friend when he became a vampire. He'd lost another best friend in a fire. Of course, he'd had a few girlfriends in the past 1,000 years as a vampire - but they all left him as soon as they figured out what he was.
He hadn't realized, but his hand had been hovering over the two red dots on his neck - the scar of his vampire bite. Simon blinks when she asks a question. "No," he says. "I don't think you're crazy." |
She lets out a sigh before her hand starts to rub her pale neck. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, then her tongue darts out to collect the little droplets and then she blinks at the metallic taste. "Thanks, I guess..." She whispers before she takes her phone out of her pocket and flips though the pictures until she finds a picture of her family. She holds it out and smiles sadly.
"They died in the car crash. I live in the orphanage down the road." Her smile turns bitter. "For the past two years. No one wants a teen girl with sensitivities." She signs, shaking her head. Aydan does not feel self-pity - she only feels anger.